Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

White King Nibelungen.

Dark, damp, and deathly silent.

On the wall, every three or four meters, candlelight flickered faintly.

The passageway is paved with rectangular blue bricks.

Two people lay face down in a pool of seawater.

Chen Motong opened his eyes, propped himself up with his right hand, and patted his heavy chest with his left.

She glanced up at the unconscious Ye Jingchen and said, "Tch, now that your mouth is shut, you still look quite handsome."

When she was swept into the stone gate, Chen Motong's slender hand failed to grab the other oxygen cylinder, which was lost in the seawater outside the stone gate.

She took off her glass hood and breathing mask, not daring to breathe the air in the tunnel.

Chen Motong was unsure whether the air in Nibelungen, the land of the dragons, was poisonous.

Holding her breath, she reached out and removed Ye Jingchen's glass hood, took off his breathing mask, and shoved her own breathing mask into Ye Jingchen's mouth and nose!

When she couldn't hold her breath any longer, she took back her breathing mask, took a deep breath, and at the same time put Ye Jingchen's mask back on so that he could breathe some carbon dioxide.

After taking a breath, she immediately put her mask back on Ye Jingchen.

And so the cycle continues.

Ye Jingchen lifted his eyelids slightly and smelled a fragrance from a rose-scented lipstick. He was puzzled and forced his eyes open!

She saw Chen Motong covering her mouth and nose with her right hand, her face turning red, her eyes closed, and her left hand holding a breathing mask to her mouth.

"What are you doing?" Ye Jingchen patted Chen Motong's arm.

When Chen Motong saw that Ye Jingchen had woken up, she immediately opened her eyes. She quickly took back her breathing mask, took a deep breath, and covered Ye Jingchen's mouth and nose with her palm.

Ye Jingchen was confused for a moment, so he let Chen Motong do as she pleased and see what she would say.

Chen Motong gasped for breath, "I don't know if there are any toxins in the air here, it's best not to breathe it."

"It seems this is the White King Nibelungen."

Neither Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, nor Ye Sheng, mentioned the existence of poisonous gas in Nibelungen when they were in Odin Nibelungen, nor when Ye Sheng was in Norton Nibelungen.

By that logic, there shouldn't be any poison gas here either.

Ye Jingchen deduced, then raised his hand and removed Chen Motong's slender hand.

"No! You can't be hurt, let me try!" Chen Motong guessed that Ye Jingchen needed to breathe the air here, so she tried to cover Ye Jingchen's mouth and nose to prevent him from breathing the air.

But naturally, she couldn't control Ye Jingchen.

Ye Jingchen took a tentative breath and nodded to Chen Motong. "The air is not poisonous and contains oxygen. There should be a ventilation system connecting it to the outside world."

"Really?" Chen Motong tried to remove the mask, took a light breath, and after a while, found that there was nothing seriously wrong, so she gradually relaxed.

At the same time, the oxygen cylinder valve was tightened in case of emergency.

Ye Jingchen propped himself up with his hands, inserted the nameless sword into the black satin scabbard on his back, and glanced at Chen Motong's careful movements, "You are quite meticulous."

"Do you think I'm as reckless as you?" Chen Motong rolled her eyes at Ye Jingchen and slung the oxygen tank over her shoulder.

Ye Jingchen stood up, walked to the wall, and examined a wall lamp.

"What's so interesting about this lamp? Aren't we going to look for the exit?" Chen Motong, carrying an oxygen tank, approached.

“This lamp is old and very old.” Ye Jingchen stroked the wall lamp with his hand. “Look at the cyan flame core and the blue outer flame, it’s not hard to tell that this is the legendary mermaid lamp.”

The wick is extracted from the mermaid's bony tendons, dried, twisted into a rope, and then soaked in mermaid oil.

Lamp oil is the fat produced when a mermaid is roasted over a fire.

The lamp dish was made from the pelvic bone of a mermaid, which was split in half with an axe.

The lamp holder connected to the wall is made of mermaid ribs.

As Chen Motong listened to Ye Jingchen's detailed explanation, her eyes widened in surprise, and she began to have doubts. "Ye Jingchen, what did you do for a living before?"

Ye Jingchen, who was stroking the mermaid lamp, turned around and glanced at Chen Motong with a slightly helpless expression after hearing Chen Motong ask about his work, but did not say anything.

Ye Jingchen braced his left hand against the wall and gripped the lamp base, which was actually the mermaid's ribs, with his right hand. With a forceful pull, he ripped the mermaid lamp off the wall.

Not a single drop of lamp oil was spilled; the technique was remarkably steady.

Ye Jingchen carried the mermaid lantern and walked into the passageway.

"Where are you going?" Chen Motong tugged at Ye Jingchen's left hand and asked softly.

Ye Jingchen looked left and right at the passageway ahead, moistening his dry, wrinkled lips with his tongue. "Of course, we need to find the remains of the White King and the exit. Otherwise, why would we just sit here waiting for rescue?"

"Of course we should wait for rescue! Otherwise, what if the principal and the people from the Japanese branch come in and don't meet with us immediately?" Chen Motong spread her hands at Ye Jingchen, arguing fiercely.

Ye Jingchen shook off Chen Motong's hand and took a few steps forward. "Do you want to try and see if your communication devices still work?"

"Hmph, let's give it a try!" Chen Motong pressed the buttons on both the Bluetooth headset and the pager, only to hear a buzzing sound of electricity coming from them, and his heart sank.

She looked up at Ye Jingchen, who was leaning against the wall and slowly walking forward, and ran towards him, saying, "Don't go too far, wait for me!"

As Chen Motong walked along, she felt that the flames of the mermaid lamps on the surrounding walls were flickering eerily, though she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.

Ye Jingchen stopped when he heard Chen Motong's voice.

Chen Motong gently bumped into Ye Jingchen's back, then wrapped her arms around his waist, complaining, "Why did you suddenly stop?"

"Aren't you going to stay there and wait for rescue?" Ye Jingchen gently braced his hand against the wall and glanced back at Chen Motong.

Chen Motong glanced at Ye Jingchen's face, showed the Bluetooth headset and black pager in her hand, and patted the wall, "Hey, no signal."

"Be careful! There might be some traps on these walls!" Ye Jingchen reminded Chen Motong, his hair standing on end instantly, and he reached out to grab Chen Motong's wrist.

With a loud "clang," the blue stone bricks on the wall suddenly dented, triggering another brick mechanism.

The gears, silent for thousands of years, began to turn at high speed!

The gears, large and small, meshed together seamlessly, and the torque became increasingly uncontrollable, accelerating faster and faster!

Suddenly!

The blue bricks beneath Ye Jingchen and Chen Motong's feet began to shrink towards the walls on both sides, revealing bottomless gaps!

It faintly shimmered with a molten golden light; that was the scalding magma.

In the blink of an eye, the two lost their footing and began to fall!

"Hold on to me!"