Chen Feng was certain that he was not hallucinating.
In front of him was indeed a wall made of green bricks, blocking his way forward.
Realizing that there was no danger, Chen Feng carefully stepped forward and used the torch to illuminate the area. After making sure that there was no danger, he reached out and touched it.
He pressed down slightly and found that the wall seemed to be very sturdy. There was no possibility of it being pushed down.
Also, this wall was blocked and the cracks were filled, as if it was sealed with some kind of white paste, achieving the effect of cement.
Chen Feng used his fingernails to scrape off a little white powder and sniffed it carefully.
Instantly, a sweet and sour taste entered his lungs. At this moment, Chen Feng finally understood what was going on.
It was Jiangmi!
The white powder was actually cement.
Ancient people didn't have cement, so they usually used yellow mud to build houses. However, for the ghost house, the builders would use rice juice to build the walls.
This kind of naturally viscous agent was not only very sticky, but it could also withstand the polishing of time.
If it was done well, the sealed tomb walls would last for at least a thousand years. Most importantly, this method could achieve excellent sealing.
Not only would it not let the water vapor soak in, but it would also ensure that the air inside would not circulate.
This way, the corpse of the tomb owner could be preserved for a long time.
However, Chen Feng did not expect to encounter such a method to seal the tomb here.
In this case, he would have to spend even more time.
Chen Feng could not help but frown when he thought of this. However, he still had to do what he had to do…
To put it bluntly, he had to enter the tomb.
As for the method to continue down, it was not impossible.
Although this wall had completely sealed off the underground palace tunnel, and it was made of glutinous rice, it was still a wall.
However, he only needed to use a dagger and a shovel to pry open the bricks on the wall one by one and make a hole.
As he thought about it, Chen Feng decided to attack.
After taking out the dagger, he carefully inserted it into the gap of a brick and slowly stabbed it in along the edge.
For a moment, as the white powder fell off, Chen Feng realized that the brick had loosened. Then, he directly inserted the shovel into it and pried it off.
After placing down a brick, Chen Feng followed suit and took down the brick beside him.
Using this method, not only could he save a lot of energy, but the further he went, the easier it would be.
Time slowly passed...
About half an hour later, Chen Feng's back was already piled up with bricks. What appeared in front of him was a hole about 60 centimeters in the wall.
"Phew ~"
Chen Feng let out a long breath. He was not in a hurry to enter.
Because he felt that something was strange?
Logically speaking, only one layer of this wall should be enough, but this wall had three layers and seemed to be very strong.
If he didn't use this method, it would probably be very difficult to open the explosives.
Moreover, the other side of the wall could be said to be an unknown area. If he rashly entered, it was very likely that he would trigger some mechanism.
Based on what he could tell, there might be some traps on the other side of the sealed tomb.
To put it bluntly, it was to take advantage of the blind spot of the grave robbers…
Thinking of the key point, Chen Feng did not rush in. Instead, he threw the torch over.
Immediately, the flames lit up a three-meter radius. Chen Feng tried his best to look over and realized that the tunnel behind him was the same. There did not seem to be anything special.
Chen Feng was relieved when he saw this.
Next, he threw the backpack over first before he drugged the cat and crawled inside.
The entrance was narrow, so Chen Feng had to shrink his body to get through. After he struggled out of the hole, Chen Feng was not in a hurry to walk forward. Instead, he immediately picked up the torch and began to observe his surroundings.
This was because it was easy for people to let down their guard when they first entered a new environment.
However, it was often the most dangerous situation if a mechanism was triggered at such a time. It was also for this reason that traps were usually placed at the entrance of ancient tombs.
However, Chen Feng was obviously thinking too much this time.
He carefully observed the walls and ceiling of the tunnel, but he did not find anything strange.
He even checked the ground beneath his feet carefully.
Chen Feng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this.
It was probably because this tomb was built in a hurry, so there were not many traps installed.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng perked up again and walked forward step by step.
However, Chen Feng was even more vigilant this time.
Just because he hadn't discovered the mechanism, it didn't mean that there wasn't.
Because the closer they were to the tomb, the more dangerous it might be. Now that he had entered the underground palace, danger could appear at any time.
Hence, Chen Feng continued walking forward while checking his surroundings.
As they walked forward, other than the walls of the tunnel becoming wider, there seemed to be no other changes.
Under such circumstances, Chen Feng found it even stranger.
How could there be no traps?
This was not because Chen Feng was masochistic, but because the safer he was, the more abnormal it was.
One had to know that this was the interior of an ancient tomb from the Ming Dynasty.
There must be a demon in this abnormal situation…
Wait!
Suddenly, Chen Feng realized that something was wrong.
The air here was very humid, which was normal. However, as Chen Feng continued walking forward, he suddenly realized that there was a sour smell in the air.
That's right!
It was indeed smelly!
However, this smell was not like the rotting smell of a corpse, but the smell of something or a plant rotting.
Moreover, there was a faint sour taste of rice vinegar.
Something was wrong…
He could not smell what it was for the time being, but Chen Feng still did not dare to let his guard down.
Thus, he immediately looked at the torch in his hand.
However, the strange thing was that the flame was still burning slowly, and there was no sign of it changing color.
Was this wrong?
Flames were the best tool to reflect the changes in the air. If it was some kind of poisonous gas, the flames would at least jump a few times or have the possibility of changing color.
Could it be that this wasn't poisonous?
[I've already entered the tomb! The previous plot was closely linked! Please collect it!]
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