Chapter 142 Find Another Way

Although I already have strength comparable to Spider-Man and Captain of the Star-Spangled Banner, the sad thing is that I still cannot lift this one-meter-high marble block.

By the way, is this really a marble block?

With a skeptical attitude, I carefully examined the rocks in front of me again.

Upon entering the eye, the most obvious feature is: white.

Just like an air-dried skeleton, without any variegation.

He took off his gauntlet and touched the surface of the stone: it was rough.

Absolutely rough, the same feeling as touching old tree bark.

He put on the gauntlet again and knocked on the stone surface, making a deep sound.

There is no doubt that it is solid.

Sitting cross-legged across from me, I frowned and thought hard. After a few minutes, I came to a sad conclusion: This is indeed an authentic piece of marble!

After spending so long, only a huge useless marble block was dug out?

And it’s the least valuable and common kind that’s all over the street?

This sudden and heavy blow caused the last thread of rationality in my mind to snap.

A weird smile flew to the corner of my lips: "Hehe, hehehe, okay, since we are so destined, let's end it!"

Then, with a collapsed posture, I exerted all my strength and vowed to lift this marble block with which I had a "bad relationship" out of this deep pit of about two meters.

If there were onlookers nearby, the scene they would see would be something like this: a young man with a crooked smile on his face, eyes open with strange gazes, squatting on a horse, using both hands to exert all his strength. With all his strength, he tried to lift the one-meter-high marble block in front of him.

What a tragic and strange scene this is!

Under my violent lifting, the marble block seemed to be lifted by a crane, rising inch by inch at a constant speed. Although the rising speed was not fast, the rising momentum was full.

This is a contest between manpower and gravity. Although there are no colorful moves or colorful lights, it is still a wonderful contest!

The biggest attraction is the challenger Mr. An Xiaoyi. The devastated expression on his face and his pulling posture completely embody the highest state of human power, which is - the power of pulling. !

Although some people say that the energy to suck milk is the ultimate strength of human beings, has anyone ever thought that only when human beings are pulling, will their faces distort, and their smiles will collapse? You will truly devote your whole heart and even all your energy to it.

All these efforts are for the moment of pleasure after flying!

Therefore, the power of pulling is the most powerful force!

Look at An Xiaoyi again, using the strongest force, oh, no, using the power of pulling to lift the huge marble block, minute by minute, inch by inch, the top of the marble block has reached a deep level. The edge of the pit, the bottom of the marble block, was already close to An Xiaoyi's knees!

Come on, An Xiaoyi, sprint!

——The above are all the narrator’s self-narration.

When the marble block was level with my knees, a heroic spirit surged into my heart again: As long as I push harder, push harder, this stone will be pushed out by me!

However, in just an instant, my whole face changed color.

Not only that, my arms began to tremble, my legs began to tremble, and even my whole body began to tremble.

I was not poisoned, nor was I electrocuted, nor did I have any urge to urinate or poop. However, my body started to tremble uncontrollably. The reason was because I could feel a tremor deep in my intestines. A magnificent momentum is coming with unstoppable momentum!

That's right, it means fart!

It’s a huge and magnificent fart!

It’s a strong fart that makes me feel the bitterness of first love, and makes me feel embarrassed even if I want to say it!

Facing the magnificent fart intention, I could only try my best to block it, resist it, and try to turn it into more powerful force to help me lift the marble block!

However, I still underestimated this magnificent fart intention. It was like the head teacher in school, checking the phenomenon of puppy love. As long as you relax a little, it will find the loopholes at the first time and launch a general attack. Completely nip your bitter and wonderful first love in the bud!

In my current state, it is more dangerous and difficult than hiding my first love, because what I have to face is, on the one hand, the strong sense of fart coming from the intestines, and on the other hand, I am holding my hand in front of me. huge marble block.

As long as you relax even a little bit, both sides will collapse at the same time!

"You must hold it back, you must hold it back!" I kept chanting in my heart.

Then, I felt the marble block held flat in front of me shake slightly.

I quickly focused my attention in front of me again, repeating in my heart: "Don't fall, don't fall!"

With just this moment of concentration, the idea of ​​fart came up again.

So I quickly concentrated on dealing with the fart intention.

The marble started shaking again

After struggling like this for four or five minutes, I finally suppressed the strong urge to fart.

I let out a long, detached breath, and in this moment of clarity, I forgot that I was holding a one-meter-high marble in front of me.

then

I was crushed underneath the sloping block of marble.

Then, that fart feeling swept over me again, poof~~~~~

It releases a fermented breakfast flavor.

I tilted my head, kicked my foot, and died!

Um, okay, I was joking.

In fact, I was just out of breath under the weight of this heavy marble.

Don’t doubt it, my current strength is comparable to that of Marvel heroes!

I held my breath to prevent the smell of farts from affecting my sanity - it was so smelly that I couldn't stand it!

I used my arms to push down the marble block that was pressing on me. I took a long breath, and then I shed tears due to the smell of my own farts.

After dancing for a long time, I finally got rid of this domineering smell.

I wiped my sweat and looked at the marble lying in front of me for a while. I felt that it was impossible to lift it up purely by my own strength. It had far exceeded the strongest weight I could bear at present.

After thinking for a while, I decided to turn the marble over and see what was on the other side. If there was nothing there, I would think of other ways.

Because I always feel that if this piece of marble is buried in the soil improperly, it must have an ulterior secret!

After making up my mind, I grabbed one side with both hands and exerted force again. With a muffled sound, I turned the marble over.