Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 591 - 396: A Special Space (Double-Length)

Due to the interference from the energy field, all electronic devices have lost functionality, even the watches can’t display properly, so Qi Yun and his group didn’t know how long they’ve been walking in the tunnel.

They’ve already rested twice along the way, and everyone is sowhat tired.

Gradually, the flashlight began to flicker, dimming intermittently.

Ignacio frowned, observing the surrounding rock walls: "The energy field here is getting stronger."

"If anyone feels headache or dizziness, make sure to say it imdiately."

"Staying in such an environnt for long can damage our nerves and body functions."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn’t help but rub his temples, seeming paler than before.

"Professor, are you okay?" An Zai beside him quickly supported him, asking with concern.

Ignacio waved his hand: "Just a little dizzy, I can still hang on."

Seeing this, Qi Yun frowned too, the situation was becoming concerning, not only were they about to lose flashlight illumination, but soone was also starting to feel unwell.

Who knows how much longer this tunnel is? Should they keep moving forward?

If soone collapses before reaching the end, it could lead to severe consequences...

At this mont, De Gaulle returned from the bend ahead and said to Qi Yun: "The wind ahead is getting stronger, we should be close to getting out."

In a closed mountain tunnel, significant airflow only occurs near an exit or a large cavity.

If you can significantly feel the wind, it indicates you’re close to open ground.

Qi Yun looked at Ignacio, planning to ask for his opinion, but he already spoke first: "Let’s go, don’t worry about , I’ll speak up if I can’t hold on."

Qi Yun nodded, making a decision: "Brother Quan, mark the ti, we’ll move forward for another half hour, if we don’t reach the exit, we’ll head back!"

After hearing this, De Gaulle did not object either, and everyone took fluorescent sticks from their backpacks for lighting, then continued forward.

Qi Yun and his team were well-prepared with equipnt this ti, not only having flashlights and fluorescent sticks, but also bringing gasoline, which could be used to make temporary torches in ergencies.

Without a tir and unable to see the sun or other reference points, how do they keep ti?

The only way is to count seconds, as Brother Quan walked, he silently counted numbers in his mind.

As they passed that bend, they indeed felt the wind seed more noticeable.

Everyone continued for quite a while, then suddenly the person in the front stopped.

"Did you sll that?"

Those words caught everyone’s curiosity, and they all stopped, taking deep sniffs.

The wind blowing toward them seed to carry a peculiar odor.

"Seems like... slls like soil!"

Qi Yun’s eyes lit up; the tunnel was filled with rubble, such humid earthy slls would only be found in fresh outdoor environnts.

"Go! The exit should be nearby!" De Gaulle shouted excitedly, leading the way upfront.

No one lingered anymore; they all wanted to escape the dark, daunting tunnel as soon as possible.

The further they walked, the stronger the sll beca.

Gradually, it seed a faint light appeared at the end of the darkness ahead.

"Light! There’s light ahead! We’ve reached the exit!"

De Gaulle and the two researchers shared joyful expressions, running towards the area where light penetrated.

As they approached, casting light with their fluorescent sticks, they saw the tunnel’s exit blocked by a thick mass of verdant plants, forming a wall of intertwined vines as thick as a wrist.

"Go, clear these things away!" De Gaulle ordered an aide.

The latter imdiately stepped forward, retrieved a folding engineer’s shovel from his backpack, and started hacking at the vines.

The blade of the shovel struck the vines with a muffled "thud," only leaving a shallow mark on the stem; the exceedingly tough vine had resilience beyond expectations, slightly swaying where it was struck.

The aide hesitated briefly, then applied more force to the shovel, finally cutting a small notch into the vine, seeping a bit of light green liquid.

A researcher approached, examining the vine and muttering: "The liquid seems fibrous, this vine lacks similarity to those outside..."

While speaking, he dipped so of the green juice, slling it near his nose, "The odor is distinctive, I think I read a similar description in a book about plants before."

Ignacio heard this and walked over, studying the vine’s notch under the fluorescent light: "Let see."

"This isn’t ordinary wild vine, its fiber density is high, possibly altered by the unique environnt here."

De Gaulle frowned, attempting to push the vines aside, but found them immovable.

"How do we clear them away?"

Ignacio, not answering imdiately, thought for a mont and replied: "Try burning them, plants with strong resilience are usually sensitive to high temperatures; flas can quickly dismantle their fiber structure."

Upon hearing this, An Zai imdiately took out a small can of gasoline and a lighter from his backpack.

He poured a bit of gasoline onto a fabric strip, wrapping it around the shovel’s wooden handle, igniting it to create a half-ter-high fla.

The flas touching the vines produced a sizzling sound.

The previously firm vines quickly shriveled under the heat, their dark green stems charred, releasing a scent of scorched vegetation.

No further clearing was needed, they simply broke apart on their own.

"It works!" An Zai’s eyes lit up, moving closer to the dense vines, where flas swept the area, causing vines to curl and shrink, soon clearing a small gap.