Zhang Meng became excited when he heard this, and he couldn't help but be excited when he thought that the person lying on the stone platform was likely to be Liu Qu.

"Uncle Cripple, do you have a fever? How sweaty profusely. ”

When Zhang Meng ran over, he was startled, and at this moment, Chen Cripple's whole face turned white, as if he had encountered something terrifying.

"What's wrong with you, lame uncle?"

"There's an iron-locked hanging stone here, I didn't notice it just now, and now it's in trouble."

Chen said in a trembling voice.

When Zhang Meng heard this, he quickly raised his head and looked, he almost didn't scare his soul out of the way. At this time, at the top of the tomb, a large stone slab was fixed, at first he thought it was the ceiling, and he didn't pay much attention to it, but he didn't expect this thing to be a trap.

Zhang Meng also observed carefully for a long time, and only then did he find a clue at the edge, this stone slab is almost thirty square meters large, if it is smashed down, I am afraid that the tiger will be smashed into a meatloaf.

"And what now, Uncle Cripple?"

"The principle of this iron-locked hanging stone is to set a metal pulley at the top of the tomb road, and the stone slab is hoisted through the guò pulley, and the mechanism of the pulley is connected to the ground, forming an interlocking killing trap."

"Now I'm stepping on this rocker, so the slate above hasn't fallen, but I don't think it will last long. Ah Meng, you quickly find the pulley and fix the iron lock on it, otherwise this iron plate will soon fall down! ”

Chen said tremblingly.

He knew this kind of iron lock hanging stone, and he was familiar with similar mechanisms, but he had never seen such a delicate arrangement.

The subtlety of this thing is that it doesn't trigger immediately when you step on it, but instead disconnects the iron lock attached to the rocker, and after a few seconds, the slate on it smashes down.

Fortunately, Chen Cripple reacted quickly, and stepped back to step on the rocker, otherwise he would have died at this time.

Zhang Meng was anxious when he heard this, the switch of the rocker was originally stuck in the rope, but Chen Cripple's tentative knock just now had loosened the rocker. The stone slab on the top of the head weighs at least a thousand pounds, how long can this rocker last?

"The third uncle came to help!"

When Zhang Meng saw Zhao San in a daze next to the human skin drum, he felt a burst of fire and shouted involuntarily.

However, Zhao San turned a deaf ear, as if he hadn't heard it.

A cloud of anger erupted in Chen's crippled eyes, but at this time, he didn't have the heart to scold Zhao San angrily.

Zhang Meng and the sick ghost are in a hurry, this tomb is very huge, at least hundreds of square meters, such a large tomb, where to find a small gear switch?

"Follow the locks and see where they end up!"

Chen Cripple shouted loudly, he was also a little confused in a hurry just now, and he was stunned for a moment before remembering such an important information.

"Iron locks, good!"

Zhang Meng raised his head and stared at the rope connected to the stone slab above his head. The rope didn't seem to be very strong, but it penetrated the entire slab of stone, so it was able to hold up such a huge stone.

Zhang Meng's gaze followed the iron lock for a while, but found that the iron lock had submerged into the rock overhead, and as for where it penetrated, he couldn't find it at all.

"I'm cǎo!"

Zhang Meng's face was flushed anxiously, now it is a moment of gold, and if he delays for more than ten or twenty seconds, I am afraid that the slate will be smashed down on the head.

Thinking that Uncle Cripple was likely to die here, an irrepressible sense of fear spread throughout Zhang Meng's body, and this feeling was exactly the same as the person he loved the most was about to die in front of him.

Chen Cripple, Zhao San, and sick ghosts and others have watched themselves grow up since childhood, and that feeling can be described as blood thicker than water.

Right now, his father is gone, and if another person dies because of himself, Zhang Meng will definitely collapse.

"Yes, the chains here, I want to think about where there will be chains!"

Zhang Meng forced himself to calm down, and his brain was running rapidly. Since it was the chains that connected the rockers, where had he seen the same or similar before?

"Corpses, those hanging corpses!"

Zhang Meng had an idea, and suddenly remembered the corpses that were chained through the collarbone and hung like hanging ghosts, and immediately roared loudly.

He and the sick man ran madly to the armored corpses.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sick ghost took out a dagger from the package and slashed at the corpse, tearing off the rotting iron armor outside, revealing the complete body inside.

The body was apparently medicated, and although some parts were weathered, it was largely well preserved. Although he was not in good health, the knife was so powerful that it almost split the corpse in half along with the plate armor!

The corpse's stomach had been completely sliced open, and its internal organs had long since been removed, leaving only a skin sac. The locks came through the collarbone, parted at the foot and came out of the soles of the feet, and fell to the ground.

Zhang Meng didn't care about the disgust, he shouted loudly: "That gear, on the ground!" Uncle Ghost, let's dig it out quickly! ”

Bang dang......

A huge sound suddenly frightened Zhang Meng and the sick ghost, more than a dozen pieces of gravel and dirt fell around the stone slab, and the huge stone slab actually pulled down more than ten centimeters, and the entire huge stone slab became a little tilted, which looked extremely terrifying!

At this time, Chen's lame body almost bounced out with great force, he leaned down, and pressed against the rocker with his chest, his two hands were bruised, gritting his teeth and grasping the stone next to him, but his eyes were a little desperate, as soon as he left the rocker now, the heavy objects on it would immediately fall down.

The designer covered all the positions in the radius, and there was almost no chance to escape at that time, and at this time, it could only be seen if Zhang Meng could find out the switch.

"Ah Meng, I'll help you with Uncle Cripple in the past, you dig quickly!"

The sick ghost saw that Chen Cripple's eyes were about to bulge out, and knew that he couldn't hold it for long, so he threw the folding shovel to Zhang Meng and ran over to help Chen Cripple.

Zhang Meng's eyes were a little moist, he held back his uncomfortable mood, and smashed the shovel head to the ground fiercely. In an instant, the hard rock opened a few gaps, Zhang Meng couldn't care about the tiger's mouth, and he used his best every time.

The rock formation of this kind of stone cave, I don't know how long it has been, and it has been artificially reinforced, at this time, the stone slab on the ground is extremely hard, even if Zhang Meng uses the strength to eat, the progress is still very slow.

"Thank you, brother, why are you doing this?"

Looking at the sick ghost who rushed over despite Qiē, Chen's eyes were sour, and the fear of death was not so strong. Originally, the sick ghost still had time to run out of the range of this stone slab, but now rushing over, it is to live and die with him!

The sick ghost didn't say a word, he squatted down and hugged the rocker, pressing down desperately.

"Don't talk nonsense, old cripple, I've lived so long, I'm enough. Even if I leave, God wants me to accompany the little red lady......" Seeing the crippled Chen with tears in his eyes, the sick ghost smiled and wiped away his tears for him.

Whew.

Zhang Meng didn't know how long he had been digging, he felt that his arms were numb and he didn't feel it, and the tiger's mouth also cracked a half-inch long opening.

A stream of blood slid down the handle of the folding shovel, oozing a large patch of blood on the ground.

"Ah Meng!"

Zhang Meng suddenly heard someone calling him, and this voice didn't look like Zhao San's, but who else would there be besides Zhao San?