When Xiang Ying slipped into the hole, she curled her body into a ball very experiencedly, protecting her head.
She counted in her mind how many counts it took to fall from the entrance to the bottom of the hole.
This was taught to her by her team leader during the apocalypse.
After countless practices, Xiang Ying was able to count precisely—one count equaled one meter.
Just now, it took her eight counts to fall.
So, that means the distance from the hole entrance to the bottom is at least eight meters.
Xiang Ying landed on the ground steadily, dusting off the dirt from her body.
She looked around, using the faint light shining from above to see the narrow and elongated passageway ahead.
Xiang Ying hurriedly took out the torch from her space and lit it, illuminating the murals on the walls of the passageway.
Who knows how long this tomb has existed, probably more than a hundred years, because the colors had faded greatly upon encountering oxygen.
