Zhou Tong felt that there was a bit of disharmony within the coffin, an indescribable disharmony, but he just couldn't tell what the problem was.
After carefully searching for a while, he suddenly remembered and could not help but smile bitterly.
"I just feel that something is strange. How can a dead person have a pillow? I was wondering why I felt weird. So this is the problem.”
In the past year, other than following Lord Zeng to the mine, Zhou Tong had never fought again, so it was not strange to overlook this point.
Moreover, the coffin was buried deep underground and was made of ordinary stone. It had no value. Ordinary grave robbers would not take the stone coffin away when they saw it.
"Breaking through the armor and entering the game is a yellow flower. It's better to return than to smile at the world. Once you enter, you return. It seems that this mechanism should be controlled by gravity.”
Combined with the lot, Zhou Tong first forcefully pressed down on the stone pillow, then forcefully pulled it. Although there was no change, the sound of the mechanism creaking could be heard from within the tomb.
Behind the coffin in the main chamber, stone slabs slid along the ground, and a secret passage leading downwards appeared in Zhou Tong's vision.
"The Imperial Burial is nine meters away. If I'm not wrong, the Empress Dowager's tomb is four meters down.”
Zhou Tong walked down the steps, the slope leading downwards. The steps were neat and dustless, and the seal was very good. Zhou Tong carried the candle and walked down. (Testing oxygen.)
According to Zhou Tong's senses, the ground was about four meters above the main tomb of Soertu, and the entrance was just below the entrance to the tomb.
Compared to a tomb, this place was more like a house. The seal was not made of stone tablets, but two stone doors with knockers.
Zhou Tong pushed open the door, and a catacomb appeared in front of him. The lights on both sides of the catacomb lit up, like a marquee, leading to the depths of the catacomb.
This meant that the tomb had been sealed very well and was completely airtight. Only in this way could the white phosphorous in the lamp be ignited the moment Zhou Tong opened the door.
Zhou Tong was in no hurry to enter. He was waiting for the flame in the lamp to stabilize and for the oxygen in the tomb to be sufficient before entering.
The catacomb was not the same as the one Zhou Tong had seen before. Instead, it was more like a corridor in the Yang Mansion. The carvings on the walls on both sides were extremely exquisite, and even the floor was made of glass.
This could almost explain the meaning of the two knockers on the door.
After the flames stabilized, Zhou Tong walked into the catacomb. Just as he entered, the door automatically closed behind him.
Zhou Tong turned his head to look at the sealed door, muttering to himself,
"Is this a test of my ability? You even counted the time!"
After discovering that the door was closed, Zhou Tong immediately sped up and ran along the catacomb. He was very certain that there were no traps in this catacomb.
Most people would think that the emperor's tomb was very dangerous. It was not an exaggeration to say that there were traps everywhere. They would explore it carefully to prevent touching the traps.
However, Zhou Tong did not think so. He was betting, betting that the greatest mechanism of this first stage was the sealing and the lamps. There were many lamps, and the sealing of the catacomb was extremely good.
With the door closed and the oxygen isolated, no matter how capable you were, you would eventually die in the tomb.
Zhou Tong, who had run to the end, looked down the slope and knew that he had won.
At the end of the path, Zhou Tong was now faced with a choice. There were two nearly identical paths on his left and right, with the words 'Life' and 'Death' written on the signboards above them.
"Life and death path? Should he choose the path of survival or the path of death?”
Those who were able to reach this point were all people who had seen through the scheme. Did they choose to follow the previous train of thought or did they think that the design of the tomb would not repeat the same trick and choose a way out?
Zhou Tong was currently in a difficult situation. Although his constitution was strong and his abilities were formidable, Zhou Tong was not a god. He could be injured and die.
He wasn't in a hurry to make a choice. The Myriad Manifestations Umbrella transformed into a spear and knocked around the wall, trying to find the right path.
Zhou Tong judged that no matter which path he chose, it would be a path of thought. This was a tomb, not a clan examination, so he had to choose.
At most, the craftsman would leave a way out in the main tomb so that he would not be buried here.
After searching for a while, Zhou Tong found a black and white tab on the plaque with the words Life and Death. It was hidden on the side of Life and Death. If one wasn't confident enough to observe, it would be very easy to miss it.
The Myriad Manifestations Umbrella transformed back into its umbrella shape. Zhou Tong jumped up from the spot, one hand grabbing the black pull ring on the dead end, the other pulling the mechanism.
The ribs on the outside of the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella separated from the surface of the umbrella and turned into a claw. It caught the white pull ring on the escape route and pulled with both hands.
The sound of a mechanical wheel turning rang out, and the wall in the middle of the Road of Life and Death suddenly separated to the two sides, revealing a new catacomb.
Without time to think, Zhou Tong hurriedly released the pull tab and jumped in. The instant he released the pull tab, the door behind Zhou Tong closed once more.
The first thing Zhou Tong did when he came in and sat down was to feel the walls and floor to see if there was any dust. If there was dust, it meant that there was a vent here, so he didn't need to worry about oxygen for the time being.
"There is indeed a vent. No wonder there are no oil lamps here.”
It wasn't hard to guess that the first stage was a test for grave robbers, but it wasn't easy for the funeral procession either. They had to carry the coffin, and even if they knew where the traps were, their speed would at most be about Zhou Tong's.
Zhou Tong possessed night vision, allowing him to see in the dark. The ample oxygen meant that Zhou Tong had relatively ample time to observe the traps in this stage.
A neat square floor was laid flat on the road. Zhou Tong poked at it with his spear and discovered that the floor was very flexible, as if springs had been installed underneath.
With a light press, the floor automatically slid down, and after touching the bottom, it automatically bounced back, ensuring that it was level with the other floors.
At the end of the catacomb, there was a dragon throne, no more than forty-five meters away from Zhou Tong's current position. There were nine floors horizontally and forty-five floors vertically.
On the two sides of the dragon throne, there was a couplet that read,"The dragon's roar is mighty, and all things bow down to me. I am the only one in the world."
The stone slabs on the walls on both sides were also square, but there were only four and a half slabs. If Zhou Tong had guessed correctly, there should still be four and a half slabs at the bottom.
"Ninth day, Hidden Dragon, don't use it? I don't care what it is, I'll take the Cold Cicada Pearl.”
After understanding the specific layout, the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella turned into a spear and leaned against the door behind him, stepping on it.
The Myriad Manifestations Umbrella was completely forged from Ten Thousand Wrought Iron, so it was the best choice in terms of toughness, elasticity, and sturdiness.
He exerted force on his feet and jumped over the elastic force. Then, he flicked the piano wire that he had prepared beforehand and tied to the iron egg.
One iron egg was wrapped around the handle of the dragon throne, while the other was tied to Zhou Tong's Myriad Manifestations Umbrella.
Zhou Tong was still in mid-air, and once again borrowed the strength of the iron egg wrapped around the Dragon Throne. His falling body once again floated into the air, and the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella followed Zhou Tong's advance and flew back into Zhou Tong's hand.
After sorting out the scene, it looked as if Zhou Tong had flown straight from the entrance to the finish line.
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