"Anchor, you are a fool. I asked you not to watch the live broadcast room. You must have been scared this time. You deserve it!"
Because of the high-tech live broadcast equipment, the audience in the live broadcast room clearly saw the bronze door closing silently just now.
In fact, just now, no one knew how many spectators there were, and they started shouting desperately, trying to remind Ding Ze.
It's a pity that because Ding Ze didn't call up the panel at all, the reminder was invalid!
Therefore, considering that the bronze door was just closed, it did not mean that Ding Ze was immediately cold... Seeing that the reminder was ineffective, the spectators decisively changed their minds one after another, waiting to see Ding Ze scared... and then cruelly
Smiling hard.
"Anchor, you should really see your expression now, it's so funny!!!"
"Anchor, congratulations on your success in being scared into Shabi!!!"
"Why am I so happy when I see the anchor being scared into Shabi?"
"Hey, that's because happiness needs to be based on the pain of others!"
"F*ck! What kind of arrogant words are these? Where is your conscience? Where is your humanity? Shouldn't you sympathize with the anchor at a time like this?"
"The person upstairs, judging from your username, you must be a female. Then you dare to touch your airport and swear, you are not laughing???"
"W(￣_￣)W!!! Roll, roll, roll!!! You are at the airport, I am 36F!!! The waves are rough!!!"
"Haha, girl, dreaming too much is not good for your health."
“…..”
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In front of the corridor.
Ding Ze was really surprised when he suddenly realized that the bronze door had been closed unconsciously.
I was just surprised, not scared at all.
After all, he had explosives in his bag, and he had already anticipated that he would eventually need to blow up a way to escape...
Therefore, he was simply surprised, how did this bronze door close without making any sound?
You know, at most two or three minutes ago, he lit the lamp slave, and when he came back, he took a look at the bronze door... At that time, the bronze door was still open and did not move.
In other words, it was just closed silently...
So weird!
At the same time, it’s also really awesome!
He is indeed the master craftsman Wang Zanghai!
Ding Ze's thoughts were racing for a while, he thought this, and then put away his surprise.
The fat man was still cursing, "I knew there must be something weird! Otherwise, which ancient tomb's door would open with just a push?"
After another curse, the fat man suddenly turned to Wu Xie, whose face turned black with fear, "Little comrade, now you know how wise I am to bring explosives with you even if you know what I said before."
Wu Xie: "??????"
The word "speechless" was clearly written on his face. Wu Xie glared at the fat man and said nothing.
When the fat man saw this, he smiled and didn't care.
Then, with a really big heart, he turned around and looked at the corridor again.
I saw that after such a short delay, two more lamp slaves were lit.
"Old Ding, you were right again. There must be a secret passage between these lamp slaves," the fat man said after taking a look.
Ding Ze nodded, "Wang Zanghai is indeed very powerful when it comes to setting up agencies."
As he spoke, he glanced at the time.
Two hours left.
Then he continued, "This mysterious door can be pushed open directly, and after people come in, it will be closed silently. It seems that Wang Zanghai is asking us to move forward."
"Then let's go, I want to see what he is up to."
Hearing this, the fat man nodded heavily in agreement... Of course, he was mainly thinking about those bright weapons.
soon.
Because of the explosives, the suddenly closed bronze door could not trap them, so there was nothing to worry about.
The five people moved again and stepped onto the corridor.
Menyou Ping, who was still very familiar with various mechanisms, was at the front, moving forward cautiously, step by step.
The four of them, Ding Ze, didn't dare to be distracted. They focused all their attention on where the person in front had landed, and followed the footsteps.
Time passed slowly second by second.
This corridor is indeed very long.
By the time all the lamp slaves on both sides were lit, the five of them had just walked two-thirds of the way.
No one said anything.
Quietly.
Another two or three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Finally, the stuffy oil bottle at the front was safe. He took another step forward, stepped out of the corridor, and reached the end. It was about the same size as the bronze door, but it was not made of bronze, but made of golden nanmu.
In front of the wooden door.
When they were just on the corridor, because all the lamp slaves were lit, they had already seen this huge wooden door that was as valuable as gold of the same volume... and the plaque on the door, which should also be made of golden nanmu.
There are two powerful characters written on the plaque, one stroke at a time, as if they really have the domineering power to look down on the world.
"Wang Mansion!"
The fat man followed Menyou Ping and was the second to leave the corridor. After taking a long breath, he raised his head and read the two big characters on the plaque in a somewhat excited tone.
After reading it, I didn't move my eyes away, and still focused on the plaque.
When Ding Ze saw it, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head, "Fat man, don't use your brain. It's too troublesome to carry this thing."
Upon hearing this, the fat man immediately laughed and said, "Old Ding, if you want to say that it will be difficult to take away the door after it is dismantled, then I won't say anything."
"But you want to say that it is too troublesome to carry such a plaque... Hehe, do you think that this flesh of mine was born in vain?"
Ding Ze: “…..”
A moment of helplessness.
"Then let's talk about it later. You can't carry the plaque and go inside."
"Indeed, when you come out soon, you must take this plaque with you!!" The fat man said firmly and with great certainty.
When Wu Xie heard this, he rolled his eyes fiercely again, and then, he didn't know whether it was due to the fat man's greed for money that he was speechless...or it was the weird atmosphere of this place that made him have no intention of arguing with the fat man anymore...
.
In short, Wu Xie didn't say anything to the fat man, but carefully looked at the wall at the end of the corridor... To describe it, it was like Wang Zanghai had moved the entire outer wall of his mansion facing the road.
.
"After the corridor is the front hall," Wu Xie said after looking at it for a while. "The front hall follows the tradition of life and death. Generally, the front hall is what the place where the tomb owner lived during his lifetime looks like.
appearance."
"However, the front hall of most tomb owners will only be their own room, with a courtyard at most."
"This Wang Zanghai is so impressive. He actually moved the entire Wang Mansion here... The specifications are really not much different from those of royal relatives."
The fat man is considered a golden captain.
We naturally understand what the front hall of the ancient tomb is like.
Hear this.
The fat man suddenly had a voice and put forward a very scary idea, but it was very likely to become a fact.
"Do you think Wang Zanghai is strolling inside right now?"