No doubt, someone has really been here, and I'm afraid it's been many years ago. Looking at the yellow color of the paper sticking on the wall, you can see how profound the traces of time have left on it.

Pei Xiaoqing walked carefully towards the paper, and there must be mechanisms. Maybe it was behind this paper and it should lead to the production area mentioned on the paper.

Pei Xiaoqing couldn't wait to know what would it be? Spinning and weaving cloth? Making soap? Making weapons? Or spices?

I kept thinking about the time travel novels I read in my previous life. The time travel male and female protagonists lived in ancient times and relied on these advanced production technologies. Unfortunately, I was not an engineering student, and my inventions of my predecessors were not left with me at all. Whether it is soap or spice, she only knows how to use them, knows the principles, but can't do them, otherwise she can make some money.

While he was thinking about it, his hands touched the white paper. Before he could touch the paper, he suddenly shot two whips on both sides, instantly tying her around.

Pei Xiaoqing struggled, but found that the more she struggled, the tighter the whip tied up.

She couldn't help but curse: "Damn, the ancient and modern times are combined."

The man who Jian, who secretly said, must be not a simple character, even knows the Five Arts of Qimen. These mechanisms are not so easy to set up in modern times, but those who understand the Five Arts of Qimen in ancient times are more capable of these.

Her body was tied up, and the more she moved, the tighter she tied up. Pei Xiaoqing had to stop struggling and calm down to check the surrounding stone walls, hoping to find the mechanism and let him go out.

However, after looking at it for a long time, there was no plastic machine buckle on the wall. I was very anxious. I wouldn't be really sleepy here, it would be too miserable. She had thought about many ways of dying, but she never thought that she would be tied up with a belt and slowly becoming hungry to death. That death look must be uglier.

She twisted her neck helplessly, and suddenly saw a string of small characters written on the top of the passage: count from the left, the third brick, up, the second, the right, the fourth, the left, the third, by the way, press down, and you will be able to get out of trouble.

"Yaya, why is it so complicated to write?" Pei Xiaoqing complained to the person who wrote the suggestion. It was all simplified Chinese and also included Arabic numerals in the middle. If it weren't for the modern era, who could understand it?

If people from this era come in, they will probably have to be trapped in vain and wait for death.

Fortunately, she only wrapped around her waist and her arms were still moving. Following the instructions from her head, she found the stone and pressed it down. Sure enough, the whip was instantly closed again.

She let out a long sigh, feeling her legs were a little weak, she sat down and slapped the wind with her hands.

Suizhi, then she saw a row of words engraved on the stone slab on the ground: "Don't scold me, I know you were scared just now, but this is what I am guarding against people of this era. If you are a fellow villager, you will naturally recognize Arabic numerals. If not, then wait to die. My whip is a dead silkworm. It can't be cut and burned, oh hehe."

This person is really a prank. Pei Xiaoqing could almost imagine the evil smile on her face when the time traveler carved this line.
Chapter completed!