Chapter 962

Chapter 962

"It's trapped, the wire loop is on!"

There was sweat all over his head. Because of his fever and nervousness, the sweat dripped down from the corner of his brow and dripped to the ground.

Xiaoxuan said that after putting it on, she slowly pulled her head outwards to soften the crutch needle. She pulled it out for tens of meters, but she couldn't pull it anymore.

He raised his head and gasped, "Wen Bin, you have strong hands, come on."

Brother Yu took it and pulled it, but it didn't move.

He put his head aside and said: "Because the inside is turned, our normal force will be offset. After you tighten it, use explosive force to pull it outward instantly. Do you understand what I mean?"

Brother Yu nodded and took two deep breaths.

After wrapping it around his hand twice, Brother Yu's veins popped out on his forearm. He groaned and pulled it out hard!

Due to excessive force, Brother Yu took several steps back.

All I heard was a snap! Like glass breaking.

Xiaoxuan ran away quickly and waved her head to us to step back and stay away from here.

When we stepped back a few meters, we saw the small oval crystal glass door. There was a constant banging sound inside, and a crack centered on a point began to spread to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cracks spread inch by inch, and this process lasted for more than a minute and then stopped.

"Okay...alright?"

Dou Sprout couldn't help but swallowed and asked.

A flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he said he would give it a try now.

The oval door that had been fine with explosives before was extremely brittle this time, just like ordinary glass. After a few light touches with a pointed hammer, a big hole opened in the door, and many broken pieces fell in.

We kept enlarging the hole until it could finally accommodate a person.

It looks amazing, but in fact it is a very simple mechanical principle. The little tail protruding from the corner of the door is a flaw. Rupert's Tears is just what foreigners call it now. Ancient Chinese craftsmen had this a long time ago. Anyone who dabbles in this aspect may be able to find clues from the ancient bamboo slips of Tiangong Kaiwu or the Kao Gongji of the Warring States Period.

The seventh King Kong Wall opened, and Dou Sprout looked excited and raised his feet to get in.

He immediately stopped his head and said: "Don't worry, this place hasn't been opened in I don't know how many years. There may be insufficient oxygen inside. Let's ventilate it for ten minutes."

Dou Sprout took his feet back and said, "Yes, let it ventilate, there is no oxygen in it."

After waiting outside the door for more than ten minutes, we picked up our bags, put on our headlamps, and climbed in one after another.

"hiss...."

The first thing I felt after coming in was that it was cold, dark and low in temperature.

I grabbed my headlamp and turned my head to look back and forth.

This tomb has a very high ceiling and may have an area of ​​40 to 50 square meters. There are vague traces of ax chiseling on the wall. The ground is empty, and there are no bronzes scattered all over the floor as expected.

What is placed in the middle of the tomb chamber looks like a coffin in outline, but not quite like a coffin.

Why do you say that? Because it is made of mud, a big ball of mud, and the surface is dry and cracked.

Mud coffin!

Just sitting there all alone.

Dou Sprout scratched his head and walked back and forth and said, "Where are the bronzes with inscriptions? There are no jade biscuits either."

I stared blankly at what was in front of me. This type of ancient coffin was something I had never heard of or seen before. Could it be that Chen Hugong was moved from the underwater iron tomb at the bottom of Longyang Lake by later generations and buried in this mud coffin?

"Look!" Ah Chun suddenly shouted.

We followed the beam of Achun's flashlight and looked up.

A hole was dug in the wall, and I saw a coffin four to five meters above the ground stuffed entirely into the wall hole.

The coffin was slightly exposed and was badly weathered. The reflection of the flashlight might indicate that it was a stone.

Who is this?

A clay coffin, a stone coffin, who is this? Is it male or female?

With his head and brows furrowed, he looked up and said nothing.