In the narrow stone chamber, a candle flickered gently like a bean, and within this place, they could not calculate the length of day and night; besides quietly waiting, they had no other choice.
Monica tried climbing up along the stone wall's gaps, with Xiao Mo helping below. After much effort, they reached the ceiling, but the stone slab was locked tightly by a mechanism, and there was no way to push it open. Even their fingers were worn bloody, yet it wouldn't move an inch.
After trying all kinds of methods, the two had to give up. At this moment, Xiao Mo silently leaned in Monica's embrace. After a day and a night, the food in the bag was gradually running out. If this continued, they would eventually starve to death here.
"Hey, I think we should dig a pit first while we still have the energy, so we don't end up as a pile of bones here, scaring those who come in later," said Xiao Mo earnestly.
