The monkey nodded vigorously: "Yes, but you don't know, this is something from the early Qing Dynasty!"
"You don't even know that you can only see the door after opening the coffin!"
These few words were like a high-pressure water cannon, immediately extinguishing the fire for Aning.
I looked at him suspiciously: "You know him?"
The monkey responded with some pride, "You have been digging holes in the ground for so many years, what have you not seen before?"
"This kind of tomb passage runs from north to south, so the tomb chamber should be in the north."
The monkey stretched his head to look at the coffin and kept clicking his tongue: "Do you think this is an ordinary mechanism?"
"What is drawn on the dragon rope is Nurhachi's route map from outside the pass to inside the pass. If it's not even the slightest bit wrong, it won't be opened!"
Hearing this, I suddenly felt dizzy.
"Um……"
I hesitated for a moment, then asked: "How long do you think it will take to fully open it?"
"This kind of machine lock is very complicated, even mountains and rivers cannot be wrong. Even if you have a reference map, it will take a whole day."
I couldn't help but sigh: "It's a bad start!"
"Don't worry."
The monkey took out something like a sickle from his backpack: "I'll dig a hole for up to half an hour."
I looked at the thing in his hand with some suspicion. Isn't this thing used to cut wheat?
Suddenly, clicking sounds sounded one after another.
Aning quickly rotated the hexagonal shape on the coffin with both hands.
When I looked carefully, I saw that he was piecing together the map with his eyes closed!
The monkey was about to rush up: "Don't fucking mess around! If you make a mistake, the tomb will be destroyed!"
Aning closed her eyes tightly and responded coldly: "You don't need to question me."
In the silent wasteland, five people formed a circle, and then the bright light of the searchlight and the clicking sounds sounded one after another.
I really felt uneasy, but then I thought about it, the person Wang Ju found was definitely not a waste.
Just believe him for once!
Time passed little by little, and with the buzzing sound, the coffin slowly opened.
"Twenty-three minutes."
Aning stood up, beads of sweat falling down his hair, but his nervousness still couldn't hide his arrogance.
"I said, at this point, the competition is about brains."
"call!"
He wiped his sweat vigorously and looked at us through his nostrils: "My parents gave me a good head."
"*** just dug a hole with a shovel!"
I have to say that Aning is indeed quite capable.
But this arrogant attitude is really disgusting.
The monkey had already taken out the sickle and was ready to show off his skills, but Aning's face turned red with a few words.
"Stop looking and walk inside."
"Wait a minute."
The embarrassment on the monkey's face turned serious: "Even if there is no miasma inside, it is prone to lack of oxygen. Let's wait."
Aning took out the oxygen mask from his backpack and put it on his head.
"This is called high technology, do you understand? You idiot!"
He bit the word "turtle" very hard, as if he meant it to the monkeys.
There was an extremely steep staircase to enter from the coffin. We walked for about three to five minutes before a stone that reached the top blocked our way.
This stone door is very narrow, about the same size as an ordinary door. The two doors are bare and have no focus at all.
Aning was lying on the stone door like a gecko, closing his eyes tightly, as if he was sensing something.
For a moment, Aning's arrogance disappeared from his face, and he turned his head with a low expression.
"It can't be broken."
He raised his hand and pointed at the top of my head.
I looked up and saw a miniature tripod supported on the beam behind.
"There is a secret door behind this tripod. As soon as the tripod falls, the secret door will fall down, making it impossible to get out."
What a vicious mechanism!
If Wang Ju doesn't put this
If these people get together, they probably won't even be able to get through the door, and their lives will depend on it!
The monkey stamped his feet vigorously, throwing up bursts of dust: "We can only go downstairs."
I looked at the blue-grey stone bricks on the ground and felt a little worried: "Even if you use an electric pick, you still have to dig for a while, right?"
The monkey grinned, revealing its white teeth.
"If you don't tell me, your ancestors' methods must work."
As he spoke, he took out a glass bottle from his bag, which contained a yellowish turbid liquid.
"Wow!"
The monkey turned the bottle upside down, and the yellow liquid flowed along the cracks in the stone bricks.
Within a few minutes, there was a muffled sound on the ground.
The entire stone brick suddenly fell, and when the dust dispersed, a square hole appeared.
The most amazing thing is that the stone brick did not break, but fell off in one piece.
"Uh-huh."
The monkey pulled out the sickle with a silly smile and looked back at Aning.
"Don't say from now on that the person who dug the hole is a ***. Without a ***, you will die today!"
Even though he is a bit fat, he is very efficient at work.
It was only then that I discovered the magic of the sickle in his hand.
I took a closer look and saw that the sickle had eight blades, but I didn't notice them because they were stacked together just now.
When the blade is unfolded, it looks a bit like a propeller. When the sickle is thrown out, bricks and earth immediately fly everywhere.
The blades are also different, some are serrated, some are sharp, and some are serpentine and spiral.
Looking at it this way, it looks a bit like an extended version of a Swiss Army Knife.
Sure enough, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world.
There are so many capable people out there, and just talking about Monkey’s set of tools has opened my eyes.
The monkey is really not a braggart. In less than ten minutes, he just opened a dirt road.
I'm finally convinced. His nickname as the Earth-Escape Monkey really didn't come from nothing.
