When the prince is reborn, he will only hit me if he doesn't hit the wall!

Qin Yuechuan didn't care about Qin Zhaolie's actions in the outside world at all, and focused all his energy on breaking through the obstacles in front of him.

Once, twice, three times...

Each blow was more violent than the previous one. The noise in the air became louder and louder, stone chips flew everywhere, and dust rolled up. But the door merely trembled and did not shake at all.

Qin Yuechuan stopped moving, sweat dripping down his forehead like rain.

He frowned and panted heavily, staring quietly at the narrow gap in the door. After looking at it again, he had a deeper judgment in his mind: there might be a heavy door stopper behind the stone door. Perhaps he applied the wrong force and used the wrong method, which made his current efforts ineffective.

He was not discouraged. After adjusting his breathing for a while, he tried another method.

He paused before taking action, thinking that it might be difficult to exert his full strength with one arm.

Qin Yuechuan held the purse in his mouth, took off the burden of armor, went into battle lightly, relaxed the muscles of his shoulders and back, interlaced his ten fingers, and massaged the knuckles of his fingers to make a relaxing sound.

The palm of his hand fits perfectly against the stone surface, and his five fingers with distinct joints cling tightly to the wide edge of the stone door. As he gathers strength, the edges of his knuckles and wrist bones are clearly visible, and even the muscles under his clothes are stretched to the extreme.

He took a deep breath, planted his feet firmly on the ground, gathered all his strength in his arms, and used all his strength to turn the stone door to the side.

He never thought about what would happen if he failed, he just felt that if there was no effect, it must be because the strength he used at the moment was not enough.

Veins bulged on his forehead and neck, deep gasps rolled through his throat, and the muscles of his entire body were as tight as a full moon bow.

Not to mention the stone gate in front of him, even if he crossed mountains and seas and created the world, it could not stop his will to get out.

The determination to return to that person alive.

The heavy sound of millstones was heard in the air, and the stone door moved slowly. Qin Yuechuan did not relax for a moment, holding his breath and concentrating as he continued to exert his strength.

As the crack in the stone door widened, the poisonous miasma coming out of it became thicker and thicker. Qin Yuechuan already felt unwell, and he closed his eyes unconsciously and pursed his thin lips even tighter.

With a rough creaking sound of a huge object rubbing against the ground, the stone door finally couldn't bear the weight and slowly and unwaveringly opened to the side!

It worked!

Qin Yuechuan left only enough space for one person to pass through, and then stopped.

Qin Yuechuan had not yet taken out the purse that was tightly held in his mouth. He stood in front of the stone gate, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath to calm his breathing.

The joints of his five fingers were covered in blood without him knowing when, but he felt no pain at all, only boundless ecstasy in his heart.

I couldn't help but look back, only to see that there were a few more hideous corpses behind me.

Perhaps because his movements just now made too much noise, Qin Zhaolie sent a few more people to investigate.

But he couldn't care less at this moment. He held the purse in his hand again, covered his mouth and nose, and resolutely went into the thick poisonous miasma.

It is another tomb passage.

The breeze blowing across his cheeks and ears became smoother as he walked forward, and Qin Yuechuan became more certain of his guess that this place led to the exit on the other side, and it wouldn't be long before he could see the light of day again!

Although the tomb passage here is winding, the path is single. Qin Yuechuan is alone and struggling to move forward in it. The smoother the wind speed, the stronger the poisonous miasma. Even if he uses his internal strength, the effect of resistance seems to be minimal.

His eyes began to blur and his feet felt as if they were weighed down by lead. Several times he had to stop, hold onto the wall, close his eyes and regulate his breathing.

After walking and stopping for an unknown amount of time, when Qin Yuechuan raised his eyes again, a ray of white light came into his sight - it was the exit.

Restraining the joy in his heart, Qin Yuechuan took a few more steps towards the light.

When he saw the light of day again, Qin Yuechuan had no time to jump for joy or breathe a sigh of relief, and he froze in place.

No wonder there is such a strong poisonous miasma here, is this originally a jungle miasma?

It was already daytime outside.

It's winter now, but this place is as green as midsummer!

The trees were densely covered with lush branches and leaves, and the layers of dense green almost covered the entire sky. The sunlight shone through the dense treetops, and the mottled light and shadows were torn and divided into broken pieces.

The miasma was so thick that everything beyond ten steps was blurry.

It is boundless, silent, and seldom visited by any living creature.

Qin Yuechuan was now struggling to hold on, forcing himself to observe the direction.

According to the shades of the tree crowns and the density of the grass and trees, I distinguished between north and south and chose a direction. I did not dare to relax for even a moment and continued forward.

We have come this far and must not give up. As long as we get out of this dense forest, we will be able to escape.

This is the last critical moment. If I can survive it, I will be reunited with Yueyue!

His eye sockets ached, his head was splitting, and his limbs moved more and more sluggishly. The aftereffects of using his internal force began to become apparent, like a sharp blade moving through his meridians, causing unbearable pain.

He held the purse tighter and moved closer. It was hard to tell whether this was an instinctive move for survival or a desire for the unattainable hope in his heart.

He only knew that he must not die here. He wanted to live, and someone was waiting for him to return alive.