Chapter 2553: Winning over Wang Qi (eight)

Chapter 2553 is the winner of Wang Qiba
"Well..." The road ahead is actually quite narrow. Bettiville is still worried that Bereld will be stuck because he is too burly, and the gladiator who has walked in front has already made a sound. Depressed low-lying.
"You shouldn't be true... stuck?" asked the Werewolf youth.
"Ah, hahaha..." Bereld smiled bitterly. "It seems like a bit of a second."
"Just kidding! Let's squeeze it out again!" Biddiville couldn't help but urge that the faint light from the other side of the crack could be seen. At this time, Bereld was stuck, wasn't it a waste of effort? !
"Okay, um..." So the bald head squatted forward and screamed with the strength of eating milk, while making an unpleasant sullen sigh.
Then he slammed and pulled out a fart.
"Hey!!" Bettyville, behind Behrell, immediately yelled, "Bastard! Are you kidding?!"
"Sorry, I have eaten a lot of tomato juice and soy beans this morning. It is a food that is difficult to digest." Bereld tried to change his position and continued to move forward.
"My God!" The nose of the Werewolf youth was very sensitive. The scene was still a relatively closed environment. In this environment, the smell could kill the wolf.
"Ah, hahahaha." The also had a slap in the face, and he was stunned by Bedyville, and the blue ribs on the forehead were getting more and more.
"Only," after the taste was slightly dissipated, Bedyville urged: "Just take your two extra arms out of your chest. They are obviously getting in the way, and the four arms are squeezing the wall, definitely more than two The arm is better."
"This is..." Bereld paused. He was originally a four-armed deformity. The two small ones, the extra arm is usually folded across the chest, which makes people think that it is the guy's strong chest muscle. He knows how to use clothes to cover up his unusual things, but it also makes his "specialties" not available in time.
"Forehead, this wall is a bit tight. If you force your arm to vacate, it is estimated that it will break my shirt." Bereld said.
"When you break it, you break it? Do you go out for adventure without replacing the clothes? Wait a minute and change it again??" The werewolf youth violently urged: "In short, squeeze from this slit. Go out! I can't breathe!"
In fact, the smell in the cracks has already changed back to the original freshness, but Bettiville is afraid that Bereld will pull out another fart.
"It’s so good, I really didn’t bring any replacement clothes. I was still camping outside this morning. The brothers’ people suddenly called me, except for the equipment that the Brothers gave me. I really didn't bring anything."
"Hey..." Biddeville made a wolverine that was very similar to a real wolf: "That, if the clothes are broken, it will break. You are shirtless, the man is still shirtless." Do you care?"
"Amount, the return trip will be a problem, people will see my two... cough... extra arms." Bereld said: "This even even most of the fraternities People don't know, only the Karzan elders who have deep friendship with me know. In short, I don't want too many people to see my two arms."
"Oh..." Biddeville was so embarrassed that he was unable to vomit.
"Stand up, don't move." He grabbed the tungsten tortoise whip and manipulated the whip like a living snake, crawling slowly toward Bereld.
"Wait, wait, etc... What do you want??"
"Help you unbutton the buttons on your shirt so that you can liberate those two arms without fear of breaking your shirt, right?" The Werewolf youth shouted.
"It's the truth, but...wow, hahahahaha! Stop! Itchy! You tentacles hahahahaha..."
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"Ha, ha, ha, ha..." The face was red and rough, and Bereld finally got out of the narrow crack, and the guy looked at Bediville with great vigilance.
"What? I helped you, you still don't know how to be grateful?" The werewolf youth glanced at each other.
"This kind of look is still helpful... you are a big ghost!" The bald head slammed into the chest and joked.
"Hey." The werewolf youths hold their foreheads, and they feel that they are not only unable to vomit, but they are completely out of force.
"The lights are on..." When Bereld was busy pulling back the buttons on his shirt, Bedieville looked around and found that there were many oil lamps in the abandoned mining platform.
The oil lamps seem to be connected by pipes. Some low-cost, but durable iron pipes allow a small amount of oil to drip from the small gap in the pipe body and fall on the oil-plated plates of various oil lamps, so that they are bright. As long as it is blown out by the wind, it can basically ensure that there is enough fuel to keep going. The oil lamps are still the kind of long-light lamps with extremely low fuel consumption. Their fires are only the size of wheat grains. They were originally insignificant, but when they ignited in the dark pits, the brightness of each other superimposed. Just let the mining area become less dark.
When Bediville had just crossed the crack, he had already seen the faint glimmer of the crack. At that time, he thought that the light on the ground was not well sealed above the mining platform, but the fact was not so simple. .
"The fake Caplan Elder has definitely come and started the lighting system." Bereld replied: "The oil supply system is a kind of mineral oil stone mined by miners during mining. It is directly pressed and refined. It is very resistant. It burns, and it is very cheap. It is usually not taken away after the mine is abandoned. It stays for a long time. So, like this kind of mining platform that was abandoned dozens of hundred years ago, you can find the lighting system that can be used. Hmmm... the only trouble is to light up the lights one by one."
"What are you doing?" Biddeville saw that Bereld began to light around and couldn't help but stop: "Do you forget that the sound of the torch burning will attract those spar monsters??"
"If we put the torch in our hands, yes." Bereld replied, and if there was nothing to do with the lights, the surrounding environment became more and more bright: "But you see, all the pieces here are all bright, it is the light source. It is also a sound source. When the sound is so numerous, the monsters will be disturbed by the oil lamp, it is not easy to find us ------provided that your body that attracts monsters really improves."
"Ha ha ha." Bettiville knew that the other party still did not believe him, so he had to pay a smile.
Bereld has an electronic lighter with him, and the lighting is very skillful, and the brightness of the entire area has doubled in an instant. The Werewolf youth took a look at the mining platform by light. It saw a lot of rough, wooden ladders and overhead platforms. It seems that all of this is for the miners to move up and down and open the ore as much as possible. Digging out. I don't know if it's because of concrete, or because of the lighting system. This mining platform doesn't have the cold and slippery feeling of [Pan Shen Cave]. The surrounding concrete and limestone mixed rocks are very dry, and even touched. Inexplicable comfort.
"They should develop this into a secret base." Biddyville joked: "I bet to sort out these caves. It must be very comfortable to live. The place is still hidden enough to avoid and resist invasion by foreign enemies." ""
"Actually, a similar thing happened in the past. Some thieves occupied the abandoned mining platform as a den." Bereld replied: "But you know, this will not have good results. These mining platforms are just The limestone caves have been reinforced with high-flowing concrete, but they have not actually laid the foundation. It is not bad to maintain them for several years without collapse. It is almost impossible to maintain them for a long time. They will eventually collapse or have problems. The sealing performance of the mining platform will also gradually weaken over time. Did you not see the result? The crack we just entered is a good example. It will change after another year and a half. It's getting bigger and bigger. Then the big monsters outside can climb in from the cracks and turn it into their dens. If there is a person living there, then it is estimated to be a dead end."
"This is why they used concrete to seal the entrance to the mining platform floor?"
"No, the main reason for sealing the entrance is to prevent rainwater. If the rainwater is filled up with this mining platform and cannot be discharged in time, it may cause large-scale subsidence, affecting more mining platforms in use nearby. They must seal the entrance. Dead, and will create several hydrophobic ports like the one just cracked. After all, no one can guarantee that the entrance of the mining platform can be completely sealed, and the rain will not be poured in."
"So the gap was made artificially?"
"Semi-artificial manufacturing. It must have not been so big at first, and it is only enough to be able to connect with [Pan Shen Cave], so that rainwater can be sent out. But since there will be rainwater flowing out from there, it will inevitably It is eroded. The erosion of time and rain makes it double or even several times. This is weathering."
"It turns out." The Werewolf youth whispered: "You are familiar with these, Mr. Bereld."
"Required, I have also explored a lot of caves. At the same time, I was a former partner of the great Karzan elders and helped them build such a mining platform."
"Really it's just that simple?" The Werewolf youth asked.
"What do you want to say?" Bereld, who was lighting up, suddenly stopped his hand and turned to look at Bedyville.
"I just guessed it." "Beddyville blinked and said, "For example, Mr. Bereld, you used to work in a similar pit, slaves, and the like. ?"
Gladiator Bereld’s face suddenly became gloomy.