"Yunfeng, come on," he suddenly handed me the bronze ax.
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on me.
I felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by so many people at the same time, but I didn’t say anything. I stretched out my hand and inserted the bronze ax into the small hole in the coffin partition.
"Katan."
The bronze ax and the small hole fit perfectly together, neither big nor small, as if they were one body.
I first tried twisting it to the left, but there was no response. Then I tried twisting it to the right, but still nothing happened.
I was sweating on my forehead and my hands were shaking a little.
At this time, Yao Yumen reminded me: "Although the machine boxes were complex and sophisticated in the past, they all had some flaws. Yunfeng, try moving them up and down first, and then try pointing them at a 45-degree angle to the left."
After repositioning the bronze ax, I listened to Sister Yu and started to try again.
A little while later, as soon as I turned the bronze ax to a 45-degree angle, I heard two clicks, followed by the sound of a chain being pulled.
"It's open!" In an instant, everyone looked over.
Pulled by invisible chains, the bronze partitions in this coffin began to open to the right little by little.
To everyone's surprise, what appeared under the partition was a gold-stitched jade mat. The gold threads on this mat were intact, and the jade pieces were blue. Upon closer inspection, it looked like there was a person covered under the mat.
The jade garment with golden threads was only invented in the Han Dynasty. Only when you see the actual object in front of you do you realize that the prototype of the jade garment with golden threads existed as early as the Western Zhou Dynasty.
"You go," Xiao Tuantou waved to a middle-aged man next to him.
The man swallowed and looked a little scared. There might be a corpse from more than two thousand years ago under the mat. I guess whoever did this would be a little scared.
I asked the old man from Xiangxi in a low voice, "Master Zhao, what do you think this is? Is there a corpse under the jade mat?"
The old man clutched the money in his hand and looked a little unhappy.
At this moment, Yao Yumen pulled me back.
"What's wrong, Sister Yu?"
Yao Yumen's eyes were solemn. She showed me her ancestral compass. I was shocked when I saw the compass in her hand, including sewing needle, north needle, straight needle, and three needles.
They all gathered on a line, and this line pointed directly at the bronze coffin.
This phenomenon is very rare on the compass. Sister Yu told me in a low voice that usually when the compass is working, only the straight needle, that is, the longest needle will swing left and right, but in this case, the three needles are on one line.
There is a name in Feng Shui called a line of Yin.
I quickly asked her what would happen if there was a yin line on the compass.
Sister Yu leaned into my ear and whispered: "Yunfeng, remember, if something happens in a while, you turn around and run away, you know? The road you heard when there was thunder may lead to the ground."
I nodded, my heart pounding, and my nervous palms became sweaty.
The man slowly stretched out his hand to uncover the jade mat. Suddenly, his hand froze in mid-air.
At this moment, the flashlights in everyone's hands began to flicker. I don't know if the battery was low or something, but the flashlights became flickering.
