Ling Luoyu felt the intensity of the wind and the freshness of the air, and finally frowned.

"Can you reach the ground here?!"

The air brought in by the wind is very fresh, indicating that it is directly connected to the ground.

Otherwise, there would be no such fresh air.

but--

She turned and looked at the dark hole behind her,

"From here, it leads to the ground, so where does it lead to?!"

The settings of these houses are very simple, and at first glance, they are not serious residences, but simple working places.

If she didn't guess wrong, this should be the home of the maintenance workers who repair the gears.

This also means that people lived here some years ago.

So, where are these people now?

Why did they abandon such a large gear? !

Or, the rotation of this gear is no longer important, so maintenance is given up? !

"Miss Ling..."

Vaguely, the yelling of Yan guard came from the darkness.

The torch that Ling Luoyu stuck on the mountain wall seemed to be a beacon, giving the guard Yan an accurate direction.

When he saw the light, he dashed desperately.

By the time he ran to the entrance of the cave, he was almost exhausted, and it took a long time before he climbed up.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Ling Luoyu sitting leisurely on the table, swinging his legs, eating and drinking.

"Oh my god... I'm exhausted..."

Attendant Yan lay down on the ground whistling, his face looked unlovable.

"How come one of this ghost place?!"

Ling Luoyu raised the water sac to drink, but his pupils shrank violently. The look in the guard Yan's eyes was a little different.

At this time, the guard Yan was like an orange peel lacking moisture, and his entire face looked wrinkled.

He was already sweating, and coupled with the rush of the top talent, the water loss was faster, and the whole person seemed to be twenty years old instantly.

If he continues at this speed, it won't take long before he will be completely dead.

Taking a sip of water, Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes: "Are you thirsty?!"

"No...not thirsty...just so tired..."

Guard Yan was unable to wave his hand, lying there motionless.

Ling Luoyu shook his head silently and took a bite of dry bun.

"Would you like something to eat?!"

Shiwei Yan closed his eyes and waved his hands. He seemed to be collapsed and didn't even want to say anything.

Looking down calmly, Ling Luoyu jumped off the stone table: "You take a break here now, I will look at the surrounding environment and see what..."

Guard Yan responded in a low voice, his voice hoarse and weak.

If the dehydration rate continues at his speed, it won't take long for him to completely hang up.

It stands to reason that in his current state, he has reached the edge of support, but the desire to survive is urging him to make the final struggle.

This time he lay down, he might still be able to stand up, but when he fell down next time, it would be difficult to get up again! !

Before Guard Yan came, Ling Luoyu had already checked several rooms.

The furnishings of each room are much different, simple and crude, it looks like a migrant worker's room.

When she reached the end of the room, she saw the spiraling stairs. One side of the stairs was a handrail made of iron. Although it was covered with dust, the tentacles were very smooth, and they were obviously touched.

Ling Luoyu lit a torch and threw it down, almost at an unfathomable height.

When it finally landed, the fire became a small bright spot.