It seemed like something pricked his finger.

Niu Zhuang's hands began to fumble on the wall. This wall seemed different from the other walls. It felt soft, and there must be a mystery behind it. Niu Zhuang picked up the iron tools he carried with him and began to violently destroy it.

Although I also know the rules of this industry, when it comes to tomb robbing, it is the rule to preserve the things belonging to the ancestors.

Dead people, whether they seem to be alive or not, should believe that there are not only simple people in this world, and they also carry with them some superstitious thoughts of ghosts and gods when they work in this world, which cannot be stopped.

Digging ancestral graves is not a glorious thing.

It is said that people who rob many tombs will lose their lifespan. If the owner of the tomb goes to the underworld and says that he has no hope of living even after death, the King of Hell will shorten the lifespan of the tomb robbers. More and more, in the end, the tomb robbers will die young.

, when you get to the underworld, you will still suffer the sufferings of the eighteen levels of hell.

Although this is just a joke, there is some truth to it.

At least drinking has stopped many people who had wanted to rob tombs, but were afraid of being punished by God and had thief intentions but no courage.

In addition, few people who rob tombs will have a good ending, which seems to make people keep silent about this aspect.

"Amitabha, Amitabha," Niu Zhuang muttered silently while digging hard at the soil on the wall, "don't blame me, I just came to see what's inside, I mean no offense, no offense...

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The cutting work is done with care.

Niu Zhuang's movements are slow but full of strength, rough but gentle and delicate. Although it seems to break the ground, at every groove, the movement of the soil and the depth of the excavation are just right, and will not destroy the original

The pattern is half a point.

This requires patience and a certain amount of manual skills.

Niu Zhuang is most lacking in these two aspects.

Half of the clay pattern was removed, and sure enough, it was the totem behind the machine diagram. When magnified, it seemed that it was not a phoenix, but a peacock.

It seems that only people in southern Yunnan had many peacocks in those days, and had relatively more belief in this animal. Could it be that this person had a close connection with the people in Yunnan, but if so, why did he have to be transported all the way here?

How could ordinary people care so much about these things? This person must not be an idle person!

Curiosity killed the cat.

This curiosity that was not afraid of death made Niu Zhuang's hands faster and faster, and soon the picture of the sacred bird appeared in front of his eyes!

It is exactly the same as the one on the totem, even more lifelike than the one on the vellum. Now it seems that it must be a peacock. However, the only difference from the atlas is the difference in that one eye.

The kraft paper on the drawing looks blank, but the eyes of this relief totem are protruding.

You don't need to think about it to know that this is where the mechanism lies.

But how could other people know about such a complex and mysterious mechanism? Could it be that the eye was originally flush with the wall, and it was impossible for outsiders to touch it. Only those who knew it would go back and press it with something.

It seems that I really hit it by mistake. I didn't expect that I just couldn't wait to destroy this place, but I found the password to pass the mechanism.

Pressing hard, when the eyes were really pressed, Niu Zhuang's hands could not help but tremble.
Chapter completed!