Finishing Touch? Fatal danger! The new book asks for everything
Professor Wen's surprised voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Many people turned their eyes to the direction of his light.
As expected, there was a deep hole in the eyes of the two dragon carvings on the left and right. The eyeballs were not carved out.
This made the two dragons on the stone door look very strange. If one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't be able to see it, but if one did, the two dragons were undoubtedly incomplete.
An archaeologist frowned and said to the crowd,"It is said that during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the famous painter Zhang Sengyao of Nanliang once painted four dragons on the wall of Anle Temple in Jinling.”
"From the head to the tail, it's drawn vividly and lifelike. It's as if there's really a divine dragon poking its body out of the clouds in the sky.”
"However, it just so happens that the dragon's eyes are left blank. There are no eyeballs.”
"At that time, someone asked Zhang Sengyao, and according to his own answer, after drawing the eyeballs, these dragons would become real and fly away.”
"At that time, no one believed it. In the end, when Zhang Sengyao used his paintbrush to point at the eyes of two of the dragons, the two dragons indeed pierced through the clouds and disappeared into the sea.”
"As a result, there were only two dragons left in Anle Temple.”
"I believe everyone should be familiar with the story of the finishing touch. Do you think the dragon-shaped pattern on this stone door is the same as this story?”
As the professor spoke, everyone's expressions changed and they fell into deep thought.
At first glance, this statement seemed to make sense.
Looking at the dragon-shaped embossed on the stone wall, the eyeballs of the dragons on the left and right sides were empty. Not only were the eyeballs not carved out, but they also seemed to be dented.
It matched the legendary finishing touch.
Could it be that the legends of the Northern and Southern Dynasties were actually passed down from the Han Dynasty?
……
On this stone door that didn't seem to have any abnormalities, anything wrong would be magnified infinitely.
It was obvious that there was something wrong with these two eye sockets.
After thinking for a long time, Professor Wen squatted down slightly, bent over, and shone the flashlight at the center of the eye socket of the dragon-shaped embossed.
He wanted to see how deep the hole in the eye socket was.
During this entire process, Chu Yun, who was standing at the side and pondering, suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't have been a dragon-shaped carving on this stone door from the beginning!
He watched as Professor Wen bent down and projected the light into the hole.
Suddenly, he instinctively sensed some danger.
Chu Yun's pupils constricted slightly as he blurted out.
"Quickly dodge!"
"Don't shine the light inside!"
However, Chu Yun's words seemed to have hit the nail on the head. As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of machinery spinning suddenly sounded in the empty and quiet tomb.
It seemed like some mechanism had been triggered.
Moreover, from the sound, it was the same as the trigger mechanism that appeared behind the stone tablet in the first chamber of Yin Emperor's tomb.
It was all gears turning.
Under normal circumstances, the next mechanism that would be triggered would be…the crossbow!
……
The truth was just as Chu Yun had expected. As the mechanism turned, the entire stone door began to tremble slightly.
In the next instant.
From the eye sockets of the dragon-shaped embossed on the left and right, two incomparably sharp arrows shot out.
At a glance, he could still see the faint blue light reflected by the strong light of the flashlight.
This meant that the arrowhead of the crossbow had been carefully dipped in poison.
One could imagine the outcome of being shot by two crossbow bolts like this. There was a high chance that one would die on the spot.
Even if they were lucky enough not to die, they would still have a tragic fate of being permanently disabled.
Professor Wen, who had just squatted down and wanted to use the flashlight to carefully investigate the situation inside the hole, was facing the two divine dragon eyes.
He would definitely be the first to bear the brunt!
It would only take a second at most for these two arrows covered in poison to directly pierce through his eyes and even his head.
At this moment, Professor Wen Ziming's entire body was stiff. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were constricted as he stared at the direction of the arrow.
In fact, the moment Chu Yun shouted.
Professor Wen had already stopped what he was doing and was about to retract his hand.
However, it was too late!
The moment his flashlight shone into the depths of the dragon embossed's eye sockets, he had already triggered the mechanism on the stone door.
For a mechanism that was well-arranged and carefully designed by the ruler with manpower and material resources, the reaction speed of ordinary people was simply unable to withstand a single blow.
Furthermore, Professor Wen had squatted down and looked into the hole.
Although they did not touch the stone door directly, the distance between them could be said to be very close.
The mechanism that shot out from the stone door could penetrate Professor Wen in an instant!
Unable to dodge!
For Professor Wen, this was a situation where he would definitely die.
……
At this moment, Professor Wen was not as panicked as before. His face was full of distress and helplessness.
As expected, everyone had to die.
If he chose to work hard in a position like archaeological exploration, it meant that he would not be able to enjoy his life peacefully like others and die of old age naturally in a hospital bed.
Professor Wen also wanted to live a few more years. At least, he wanted to work hard for his lifelong passion.
But unfortunately, fate was not in one's hands.
Perhaps it was fate that he had fallen into the trap of the ancient tomb.
Anyway, he had lived for more than 70 years. It could be said that he had reached the second half of his life.
It was a pity.
He had just met a young man like Chu Yun, who had great talent in exploring ancient tombs and deep experience. He had the potential to change the national archaeological landscape.
He had no choice but to leave.
Professor Wen was filled with sorrow, helplessness, bitterness, and sadness.
Suddenly, a low shout sounded in his ear.
"Get down!"
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