According to Lao Xu's design, this route was extremely dangerous, but there was no way, so we could only do what Lao Xu said. We threw down our backpacks and put them in light, with only flashlights, two bottles of water, lighters and compressed biscuits. Then we took out the camping tent in the backpack and wrapped them around us. The scholar and I set up the Fourth Master, and Lao Xu opened the way in front. Then we shook hands with each other, and after a command, we rushed out of the corner, with the target being the bronze door in the distance.

The black bees dancing in the air suddenly saw four people and rushed over, like bombers, diving into us. We quickly raised the camping tent with our hands, covered our bodies, and then moved forward as quickly as possible. With the burning fire of the giant python corpse, I saw these black bees with black bodies and green backs, with mosquito-like mouths, constantly pecking on the tarpaulin we raised, and the sound of rain hitting the leaves. I was distracted for a moment and didn't notice

, A black bee flew very low and came around from below. I kept bent over, pulling the tarpaulin with one hand and holding the Fourth Master. When it was too late, the black bee pounced on my face. I felt nervous: It's over, I'm dead now. In the moment of being stunned, the scholar actually pushed the Fourth Master with his shoulder, freed up his left hand and bounced it with his fingers like lightning, and actually bounced the black bee to the ground, then followed it and stomped on the bug, leaving a pool of black and green juice.

The toxicity of the black bee hornet had already said that if the scholar did not save me just now, I would definitely die. But the scholar helped me save me and had no time to block it with something, so he actually flicked me with his fingers. If the operation was a little wrong, he would probably hibernate the scholar, and he would die. The brotherly friendship was perfectly displayed at this moment. I nodded gratefully to the scholar, but couldn't say anything. Hurry up the fourth master with the scholar and continue to run for his life.

Fortunately, we were in danger all the way, so we lowered our bodies and stumbled into the upper bedroom. We didn't dare to throw away the tarpaulin, so we could only use a flashlight to scan the four plague gods. They ran to the stone tablet, put down the Fourth Master, covered him with the tarpaulin, and then pushed the stone tablet hard. The stone tablet opened, and when the four of us completely returned to the lower bedroom, the black bee hornet did not follow, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Lao Xu's plan was implemented smoothly, which made us feel incredible.

The scholar said: "Fourth Master, Lao Xu, you two are so terrible. I thought the black bee was so powerful, but we came here so smoothly. I could hit one of those little flying insects with two fingers."

The Fourth Master smiled weakly and did not say anything. Lao Xu said, "Scholar, you don't know how powerful this thing is. Although it was the first time I saw a living black bee with my own eyes, I have seen some descriptions of black bee in an ancient notes. This black bee is a flying insect set up by the ancients and used as a defense against theft. In the past, tomb robbers held torches. When the black bee encountered open fire, they would wake up immediately and then attacked in groups. The toxicity was abnormal. After being stung by the black bee, it only hurts at first, but later it becomes itchy and itchier. The tomb robbers who were hit will constantly scratch their skin with their hands, but if this continues, the toxicity will spread to the whole body in a while, and the whole body will be extremely itchy. At that time, either scratch your body by yourself or commit suicide to cause pain."

After listening to Lao Xu's introduction, I felt cold sweat. The scholar really saved my life at that time. The scholar stopped showing off after listening, and probably was too scared.

Now the four of us survived the disaster and successfully came to the lower bedroom. The most urgent task is to find the side hall immediately. Only by finding the side hall can we judge whether the craftsman who built this place left a secret way out. Not only should we find it, but the faster the better. Although the Fourth Master is strong, he has injured his bones and internal organs now. It took too long for him to hold on. However, is it really a link hall in the lower bedroom? This ancient tomb is very strange, and maybe there is no side hall.

Dead horses are treated as living horses, and now we can only believe that Mr. Long loves treasures and set up a side hall according to ordinary people. We can only choose to believe this conclusion so that we will not be mentally collapsed. However, we have been circling around this small tomb chamber for many times, but nothing has appeared. Everyone knocked on this side, silently there, and there was no dark room for the mechanism. Everyone's psychology began to change slowly and gradually became irritable. I know that now in this critical place, once we panic, the team dispersed and the confidence would disappear. In that case, we would soon be trapped here. I tried to calm everyone down, sit down and rest, and calm our hearts. Each of us lit a cigarette, and even the Fourth Master who had not smoked before. I looked at the frowning scholar and asked him: "If you are Mr. Long and you have to build a side hall, where would you choose to build a tomb?"

The scholar didn't even think about it: "It must be under my coffin! All the treasures in this side hall belong to me, so I won't let others come in and take them away!"

The scholar was originally a joke, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed. Although Mr. Long was the leader of the Holy Dragon clan, and the purpose of building this ancient tomb also contained the secret to protect the ultimate, there were two problems: First, Mr. Long's body was not buried in the coffin, but was sleeping on the chair with his clothes. Why is this? Second, Mr. Long hid the silk book that recorded the ultimate secret in a bronze box and carried it with him. So the craftsmen who were sealed in the ancient tomb at that time took away the bronze box when they ran away from the secret passage?

When I asked these two questions, everyone fell into deep thought. The Fourth Master said intermittently: "Maybe the craftsman built the ancient tomb first, and then the tribe members buried the ancestors?"

"I thought of this, but it should not be true. If you said, the craftsman must be executed or not, the clan members must be buried by the clan. Then you have also seen the mechanisms along the way. Not to mention how the funeral attendant finally goes out, just saying that Mr. Long is the leader of the clan, how can he put him on the chair without being in the burial coffin? Moreover, Mr. Long has the ultimate secret on him. Can he be assured that the funeral attendant will not peek at the secret?" I had considered this a long time ago, but did not agree with the Fourth Master's statement.

"Is that?" Lao Xu was a little excited, obviously realizing something?

Under the flashlight, I smiled knowingly at Lao Xu and said, "Well, it seems we have thought of one place. I think it should be like this: Mr. Long felt that he had not had much time, so he took the silk book out of the Zimu Chuan, and put it in the first volume in a bronze box, and was probably hidden in another place by him in the second volume. However, this 'ultimate secret' relationship was too important. Mr. Long was afraid of leaking the news, so he should not choose to be buried after death, but before his death."

"Damn, Mr. Xia, you are a fantasy. Who would have entered the tomb first before he died?" The scholar looked incredible.

"Old Master Long should be. Listen to me, Mr. Long was afraid that this ultimate secret would be leaked, so he built this tomb with many mechanisms. It should have been built by a craftsman. Then Mr. Long came in and opened the numerous mechanisms and passed away on the chair. If I was right, there should be no one around at that time. So, he could carve the secret in his heart on the bluestone under the chair and couch with peace of mind."

"Brother, I think it makes sense when you say this. But after all, you still didn't say where the side hall is?" said the scholar.

I smiled slightly and continued, "My inference just now only answered the first question, and there is also the second question, why did the craftsmen not take away the silk books from the bronze box before leaving."

"Why?" The scholar was listening to the novel.

"Because, Mr. Long knows that these people will never take away the silk book. Although I don't know what Mr. Long is thinking, maybe he is very sure of the mechanism he set up, maybe he can't bear to die at his hands in his heart. In short, did he indulge those craftsmen?"

"Indulgence? What does it mean?" Lao Xu didn't understand what I said.

"Maybe I know where the door leading to the side hall is."

"Damn it, can you speak more easily? I'm so anxious to say that." The scholar heard me know how to enter the side hall, so anxious that he kept urging me to speak out quickly.

"This entrance is simply the masterpiece of Mr. Long. It is far away in the sky but close to him. It is the bluestone floor tiles full of seal script! If you guess correctly, under the floor tiles, there must be the side hall!" It makes sense for me to guess this. I imagine myself as Mr. Long. So how would I set up a side hall and how would I deal with these craftsmen who know the internal structure of the ancient tomb? Just as the scholar once replied that if the scholar was Mr. Long, he would definitely put the side hall under the coffin. So this sentence woke me up. If I were Mr. Long, it would be impossible for the craftsmen to carve the ultimate secret on the floor tiles.

Besides, there are many roads in front of the tomb. Some of them will permanently seal the passage once they are touched. Therefore, the safest way is to use the craftsman to connect the caves in the mountain according to Mr. Long's design to build this ancient tomb. Then, when Mr. Long felt that he was about to die, he entered the newly completed tomb, set up various mechanisms himself, and then drove the craftsman into the side hall and sealed the entrance of the passage between the sleeping hall and the side hall with bluestone tiles. He carved the secret on the bluestone tiles in the sleeping hall, put the silk book in his arms, lay on the chair and couch and entered the meditation safely, waiting for the arrival of the deadline.

"Xia Nan, you are extremely smart. How did you think of this? I, Xu, really convinced you." After hearing my inference, Lao Xu agreed very much, and then said: "Old Master Long cannot not know the tricks of craftsmen. He drove them into the side hall, obviously letting them have a way out."

"It's too much, Lao Xu. I'm just guessing whether it's as I thought, I can tell when I lifted the floor tiles."

The Fourth Master barely supported half of his body. Looking at the floor tiles, the scholar had already walked over with a flashlight. He came to the floor tiles, bowed to the body of Mr. Long who had been moved by us, and said, "Mr. Long, you have offended me before, so you have to be so burdened. Look, we are desperate today, and your Xuanxuan grandson is seriously injured and in danger. Don't make trouble anymore. We will keep the secret for you. Please give us your best and bless us to go out safely. When we go out, we will definitely burn more paper. No, it's a gift. It's just a matter of making a reservation."
Chapter completed!