That's impossible!

Almost instantly, a flash of light flashed through my head.

In any case, as long as the mechanism does exist, it is absolutely impossible that there will be no trace at all.

I haven't found it yet, so it just means that I've overlooked something.

I slowly closed my eyes, thinking over everything I saw in this tomb, and the next moment my eyes suddenly opened.

Match everything in your mind with the scene in front of you again.

I looked at it from top to bottom, but even then I didn't find anything suspicious.

Wrong!

Just when my heart was half cold, my eyes suddenly lit up, and it wasn't really that there was no trace at all!

It's just that this trace is very subtle, just like the traces shown on the previous stone door, if you don't look at it several times, you may really miss it.

I walked slowly to the edge of one of the stone doors, and there was a scratch on the side of the stone door that didn't look too deep.

At first glance, this scratch doesn't feel anything special, but if you look closely, it always gives people a deliberate feeling.

It's as if this trace was deliberately carved here.

The fingernails slid slightly along the inside of the gap, and I could immediately feel that there seemed to be something to play with in this gap.

I slowly stepped aside, and then walked to the stone gate on the other side, and soon passed the whole circle.

As I expected, there were traces of the same on the side of each stone door.

Looks like this is the mechanism that opens these stone gates!

I thought about it, and the current speculation was very likely, and at the same time my heart was full of horror.

Hiding the mechanism in such a tiny crevice, and it is still so small, what kind of process can do this?

It wasn't until two minutes that I slowly came back to my senses and walked quickly to the stone door in the middle.

This was the stone door that I had judged to be the exit, and I let out a long breath and immediately put my nails into the gap, and when my nails slipped into the corners, I felt a small particle in the gap that I could play with.

Click!

The fingers pressed slightly, and a very small sound could be heard in the crack.

The sound was like the sound of some kind of mechanism activating, and after this sound, the stone door in front of him began to vibrate rapidly.

Almost instantly, I took a step back, staring warily at the stone door in front of me.

To be honest, although it has been determined that this crack is the mechanism that activates the stone gate, there is still no way to confirm that my judgment is correct, if the stone door in front of me is not the correct stone door among the five stone gates, then there is only a dead end waiting for me.

It's unclear how deep it is buried under the sand, but presumably the thickness of the sand layer used to make the sand burial mechanism should be frighteningly thick.

Under such tremendous pressure, once the sand poured in, it is estimated that the entire vicinity of the burial chamber will be filled in just one minute.

As the stone gate continued to rise, I could see the sand particles that were sliding under the stone gate, but they did not pour into the position I was in now.

Instead, it keeps flowing downward, as if there is a huge space underneath it.

When I saw this scene, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, judging from such a scene, I should have chosen the right door!

I sat slowly on the ground, my eyes fixed on the sand that was sliding.

I didn't worry that there would be enough space for the sand layer below.

After all, since this kind of mechanism has left a living door, the space left under it should be very large, only more, not less.

My guess was right, and for fifteen minutes I sat here there wasn't a grain of sand slipping.

The stone door in front of him was also completely open, and the sunlight was streaming down the top of the stone gate.

Seeing such a touch of sunshine made my nose unconsciously feel a little sour.

This undoubtedly shows that I can finally leave such a tomb now.

Although the sunlight that is shining through it is not dazzling in general, I haven't seen such light for a long time, and when I look at it like this, I feel that my eyes are a little unbearable.

I slowly closed my eyes and took a few steps forward, as if waiting for my eyeballs to adjust to the light, I slowly opened my eyes.

Almost!

I muttered to myself and stepped out quickly.

Click.....

Just as I was thinking about this, suddenly there was a clicking sound on the ground, and then I saw that the hole in the ground behind the stone door in front of me that had been exposed for falling sand was now completely closed.

Now the time has come!

Almost instantly, I stepped out of the stone gate and looked up.

Although my glasses had roughly adapted to the sun, the moment I looked up, my eyes still hurt badly, and I subconsciously closed my eyes.

The air in the desert is not fresh, and it is very dry, so it should not be a good experience when breathing.

But even then, it's much better than the air I breathe in the tomb.

Sometimes satisfaction is in this contrast!

As soon as I had fully adjusted to the sun, I took out the hook lock from my backpack, which I had to throw far away, as is the case now.

It's a desert around here, and there's no place where you can hook a hook, and the only thing that can be hooked is the yellow sand all over the place.

If you want to really hook strong, you have to be far away, and with the accumulation friction of several piles of yellow sand, it is possible to tie the hook and rope firmly.

It's hard to help it, I'm not just starting out in the industry, I've been practicing the application of the hook lock for a while, although it's not as good as some experienced masters, but it's also an adequate level.

After four or five trials, the hook had been thrown far away, and I tugged the hook lock slightly to make sure that the hook was completely firmly established, and then I quickly climbed up.

It's about four or five meters from the ground, but it's not too high, and for about three or four minutes, I've been completely standing outside.

The dry air in the desert and the scorching sun were all things that could have been called deadly, but at this moment, I felt an inexplicable feeling.

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