I had a conjecture in my mind, but I had no evidence for it at the moment, so I couldn't put it forward, and it was the fat man, and he quickly relented and walked to the place where it had been blown up, and saw that the reef wall there had been sunken into a large pit, but it had not been blown through.

The fat man said: "These people probably didn't have enough explosives, so in the end they could only slaughter one person and bleed, but it doesn't matter, we still have it in our pockets." "Immediately afterward, we divided the explosives into three parts and decided to blow them up step by step.

The fat man told me that the placement method of explosives has a lot to do with what you want to bomb, for example, if you want to blow up a big hole in the ground regardless of specifications, then the more explosives the better, but if you draw a circle on the ground, so that you can blow up such a big hole, then you must master the weight of explosives, and also pay attention to the level, that is, it is divided into several explosions, and the amount of explosives is also from large to small.

This is the case for us today, according to the internal structure of the reef, the passage behind it must not be too wide, and on both sides of the channel, there are solid reefs, if you put explosives in it, even if the space is large, but it may not be able to blow deep.

The fat man was very professional in this area, and he said that the explosives should be divided according to large, medium and small, and then began to blow up the hole.

I retreated to a distance with the stuffy oil bottle and didn't help, in fact, this kind of thing is chaotic when there are many people, and the fat man can handle it alone. Immediately afterwards, three explosions rang out one after another, and I heard the fat man scream, as if he had discovered something incredible.

I hurriedly ran over with the stuffy oil bottle, and I couldn't help but be stunned when I saw it.

The reef had been blown through, but behind the reef, a bronze door appeared.

Of course, this is a very small bronze door, only two meters high, and the shape does not bear any resemblance to the bronze door of Genting Heavenly Palace, on which is poured an extremely abstract animal pattern, which I have never seen before, but as far as I can estimate, it should also belong to the unicorn pattern.

The stuffy oil bottle frowned slightly, and then stepped forward, and after two strangely long fingers touched the cracks on both sides of the bronze door, they seemed to have mastered something, and began to push the door to the right with both hands.

This direction is very difficult to exert force, the little muscles on the stuffy oil bottle are all bulging, but there is no movement in the door, I and the fat man immediately went up to help, along the direction of the stuffy oil bottle to push the door, together to the right.

The strength of the three of us together finally loosened a little, and I only felt that this heavy bronze door was moving to the right at an extremely slow speed under our push.

The muscles of my arms are trembling at the moment, the fat man's mouth is straining, his face is sweating like rain, with the loosening of the bronze door, I have a glimmer of hope in my heart, and I don't want to push it, even if it is a muscle tear, I can't take care of it, with the concerted efforts of the three of us, soon, I heard a kind of click-rattle sound from the bronze door.

Of course, the sound did not come from inside the door, but from the periphery of the bronze door, and around it, there must have been a mechanism lock connected to the blood groove of the hanging corpse, and I was overjoyed, thinking that the mechanism had begun to operate, but at this moment, from the crack in the bronze door, a burst of red smoke suddenly floated out.

The three of us left Tai Chi, as soon as the red smoke came out, it directly hit our faces, and in an instant, I only felt that I smelled a peculiar fragrance, the fragrance was a little rushing, and my head instantly had a feeling of lack of oxygen, and my heart suddenly jumped, and a thought flashed: poisonous smoke.

Before I pulled my legs and fled, after the poisonous smoke, I only heard a few swishs, and the floor tiles under my feet suddenly emptied, and the fat man and I began to fall directly, but at the moment of the fall, something grabbed my hand, and the force was so strong that I felt that my arm was going to be dislocated.

At this moment, there was no place to settle in front of the bronze door, and the stuffy oil bottle dragged me and the fat man with one hand, and a raised boulder between his feet was dragging us in an upside-down posture.

He tried to pull us up with his arm, and I was okay to say, but the fat man's weight was really reluctant, and finally the stuffy oil bottle snorted in his mouth, and the fat man didn't care about it, and the hand that pulled me violently threw me out.

He was on the right head, and I just fell to the edge of the trap, and hit the ground on my back, and the impact made my internal organs feel like they were about to shatter.

Immediately afterwards, the stuffy oil bottle used both hands to pull the fat man, but the stuffy oil bottle was, in the end he was also a living person, and now the situation was too reluctant, he pulled it up, his arm trembled, the fat man was startled, swallowed saliva and said: "Little brother, I'm sorry, I'll go back and promise to lose weight." ”

The movement on our side was very big, Tongzi had already brought equipment to the rescue, and the red smoke was still rising, but for the time being, I didn't feel any discomfort, so I threw a rope at the stuffy oil bottle to rescue the person first.

The rope was finally tied directly to the fat man, and my son and I used our strength to pull him up, only to feel more tired than pushing the bronze door. The stuffy oil bottle hung upside down, and with a force on his waist, the whole person bounced up, kicked his foot on the stone wall, and jumped to safety after flipping over the heel fight.

Tongzi's eyes were straight, but I and the fat man were used to it, and after the fat man saw that he was out of danger, he directly scolded the eighteenth generation ancestor of the Zhang family, and the stuffy oil bottle stood aside without saying a word, as if it was not his ancestor who was scolded. In the end, I covered my mouth and nose and crawled to the edge of the trap to take a look, only to see that it was dark below, and I didn't know what it was, but it was certainly not a good thing, and finally I used two searchlights to shine together, and at a glance, I couldn't help but start scolding the ancestors of the stuffy oil bottle, only to see that under it, it was a dense, blood-red pheasant neck!

When the fat man saw that thing, his face was like eating a fly, he looked at the stuffy oil bottle, and said with a sad face: "Little brother, when you build your own tomb in the future, don't toss like this again." "The pheasant necks seem to be hibernating, but I'm pretty sure they're alive and not dead, and perhaps when designing this underwater mausoleum, the builders of the tomb deliberately created a kind of food chain so that the pheasant necks are still alive.

They were red, lying quietly at the bottom, there seemed to be some passage at the bottom, maybe it was a mechanism connected to the other eight passages, at first they didn't move, but as the red smoke drifted out, these red things began to slowly squirm, and seemed to be about to wake up.

I couldn't help but gasp, it's over, there is no mud from the West Queen Mother Country here, what should I do?

Subconsciously, I looked at the stuffy oil bottle, people are like this, once there is a stronger person around, subconsciously will rely on that person, even the fat man, who has always been a loner and self-asserted personality, turned his face to the stuffy oil bottle at this moment, and asked: "Little brother, it turns out that your family still has a hobby of raising snakes." ”

In Yabuda before, we also found some information, the tribes left behind by the West Queen Mother, the Zhang family, and Yabuda are actually the same group of ancestors, they discovered the ultimate secret, in order to keep this secret, so they created three ghost seals, guarded by three different people, it can be said that between the three, it is a distant relationship, so it should not be difficult to occasionally string a string of doors and send a few pets to each other.

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head, and replied to the fat man very seriously, and said lightly: "No." ”

I'm sweating in a hurry, when is this coming, and I'm still studying the problem of keeping pets, isn't this dead fat man adding to the chaos! I was just about to ask if there was a way for the stuffy oil bottle, but I saw him spit out a word: "Burn." ”

Burn?

I didn't react at first, but after just a moment, I wanted to slap myself, and said in my heart Wu Xie, Wu Xie, your fucking brain was gnawed by dogs, while these snakes didn't wake up, it would be a fire.

But we didn't have anything to ignite in our hands, and suddenly, I remembered the packet of venom and said, "Can you do it with poison?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Yes." "After a while, we poured all the bag of venom into the trap pit, and the pheasants inside had all woken up from their necks and were trying to climb up the trap wall, and as the snakes stirred from snake to snake, almost every snake had the venom with them, but it did not seem to affect them.

I was a little unsteady, and I was about to ask, but the stuffy oil bottle made a silent gesture and said softly, "Look slowly." A moment later, the pheasants' necks, which had been climbing upwards, suddenly fell from the stone wall one by one, and there was no change in their appearance, but in less than five minutes, all the snakes were forbidden to move.

I can't help but think that if the stuffy oil bottle didn't take the poison when the coffin was opened, I'm afraid that it would be our group of people who fell to the ground at this moment.

The fat man also felt something, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "Knowledge changes fate, and skills create miracles." ”