Although I don't know much about the mechanism, I do know some of the most likely hidden places in some biographies.

I kept all of this in my mind, and I looked around at the places around me and quickly searched for them.

Soon the results came out, and there was nothing hidden around, or if there was something really hidden, but it was so hidden that I couldn't detect it.

I believe in the former more, though, because after I checked it, the other three checked it again.

These three people are masters, even if they are not good at the way of mechanism, they are all masters who don't know how many tombs they have been.

There's more to what they have in their minds than I've seen in my biographies.

Even if they haven't found a trap, then there is a high probability that there will be no trap, and although there is no guarantee that there will be no trap at all, even if there is, it will be placed in a place where it is not easy to trigger.

In this way, there is not much difference between it and not, as long as it does not trigger the mechanism, what difference does it make between having it and not having it.

After the whole surrounding area was tested, we immediately responded to Qian Lao, who heard my words, his eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately took out a white candle from the package and placed it in the southeast corner of the coffin.

Gently lighting the candle, orange-red flames danced on the candle, adding another touch of light to the dim light.

Then the candle burned slowly, and drops of wax oil slowly dripped on the ground.

I know that this is from a certain allusion in the circle, and it is rumored that this is an unpassed secret that comes from the four major factions of the tomb robbery school.

It means that to enter the ancient tomb, a candle can be lit in the southeast corner before the coffin can be opened, and if the candle is extinguished, you must exit quickly, and you can not take anything. According to legend, this is a contract between the living and the dead made by the ancestors, which has been passed down for thousands of years and must not be made exceptions.

But soon, my pupils shrank slightly, and unlike what I imagined, after Qian Lao lit the candle, he took out something similar to a stand from the package.

The top of the stand is made entirely of iron and is just high enough for the flame of the candle to touch the top of the iron shelf.

Under the scorching of the flames, the shovel was the top, and the plane that was not too big was slightly red, and after estimating that it was almost over, Qian Lao took out something from the package.

This thing is a small yellowed square, and when I look at it, I know what this little square is.

This is supposed to be some kind of funerary spice, almost the same as the one we used to deal with witchcraft skeletons.

Judging by the color, the purity and quality of this piece of spice is much higher than the one I took out before.

Thinking about it, this is also a very normal thing, all the items I collect go to the market to find them by myself, and Qian Lao has his own way.

When it comes to money, I don't have the rich old man, and when it comes to the road, I don't have the broad way of the old man.

Naturally, there is no way to compare the things that Qian Lao has collected through his door.

The spices melted quickly on the reddened iron sheets, and soon a strange aroma filled the air.

And in the next moment, Qian Lao blew violently, blowing out the flames below.

"Open the coffin and take a look!"

Immediately, Qian Lao spoke, I was a little confused, I really couldn't understand where the allusion to the ghost blowing the lamp that I thought at the beginning had gone.

However, the rest of the people didn't say anything, but quickly prepared the tools.

In retrospect, it seems that they have never waxed since I followed them to their graves.

"Are you thinking about candles and the traditions of this industry?" Just when I was confused, Qian Lao's voice suddenly came from my side, and I looked at it certainly, and immediately saw Qian Lao's inquiring gaze.

I nodded a little stunned, and suddenly I could see that Qian Lao's eyes narrowed slightly, and as for the expression, I couldn't see anything because of the gauze.

"Due to special reasons such as the environment, the corpses inside the coffin are decomposed, and the near-high-pressure environment inside the coffin can easily generate flammable gases."

"Once this gas is contaminated with an open flame, it will immediately cause extensive burns to the person who opened the coffin, and it is not impossible to even burn to death directly."

"It's called an ambush fire, and once I had a teammate die on this ambush fire, and since then I've learned that in a place like this in the tomb, I can try not to use an open flame if I can."

"If it weren't for the need to mask the smell of our bodies with spices to prevent something from happening inside the coffin, I wouldn't have lit a candle here."

Hearing Qian Lao's words, my eyes shrank slightly, I didn't expect that there was such a reason, no wonder Qian Lao immediately blew out the candle after heating the spices, it turned out that he was afraid of this.

As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope, Qian Lao has suffered losses in this regard, so naturally he has become more cautious in this regard.

Just when Qian Lao explained to me, the people around him had already gathered around with tools and tightly surrounded the coffin in the middle.

I paused slowly, took out the folding shovel from the package, and gently embedded the front part of the folding shovel into the gap between the coffins.

The moment I inserted it, I could already feel the weight of the coffin lid, and no matter how hard my right hand tried, I couldn't press the handle of the shovel underneath.

Judging from the strength of this shock, I am afraid that it is difficult to say whether the lid of this coffin can be opened by us.

After all, after repeated layoffs, we only have five people left in our team.

Four of them were wounded, and of the four wounded, two more had injured their fingers.

The work in front of him is the work of the hand, and I don't know if the exertional force will cause the wound that the three of them finally stopped bleeding to burst open again.

If that's the case, doesn't that mean I'm going to have to carry my life alone?

With a long exhalation, my hand holding the folding shovel became tighter and tighter, just waiting for Qian Lao to give orders.

"Open the coffin!"

Qian Lao lowered his voice and let out a hoarse roar, and all of us in the whole episode exerted our strength in an instant.

I was not the only one who felt that the coffin lid was not light, but the rest of the people also felt it, so we didn't stand at different angles and lift the coffin lid as before.

This time, we all stood in one direction, and with a sudden force, we directly lifted the lid of the coffin!