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What sixty-four palaces? I was there in a fog, like I was listening to a divine book. My father had no intention of explaining himself. He calmly took a deep breath and continued.

The three of them were not novices, but they did not relax after entering the entrance. On the contrary, they furrowed their brows as they saw the situation in front of them.

The entrance that they had found was right beside the pool, and they had thought that it might be a sudden situation due to an infiltration or something, but the scene in front of them was clearly not what they had thought it would be.

In front of him was a "water curtain". The speed of the water flow was not fast, as the water droplets dripped sporadically. There was a red line at the bottom of the water flow.

The penetrating power of the flashlight was very strong. The color of the water droplets had a faint red hue. Uninterested, my dad put on a pair of rubber gloves, took a teaspoon and dropped it onto a piece of tissue paper, where it made a big hole with a whoosh.

This drop of water was extremely corrosive, but it was the only entrance. If the stone wall beside them collapsed or the liquid splattered, they would have to wait for death. The mission would not be completed.

They are not stupid people. Since I can't walk through the main entrance, wouldn't it be fine if I just punch a hole through the water wall from above?

Combined with the pool above, this mechanism did not operate a mechanism at all. There was no room for destruction. My dad took a look and saw that the water was coming from a red brick that had been stuffed into it. There were eight small holes in the brick, and the water came out of the holes rubbing against the red.

My father didn't dare to be careless. The Song family stood up on the ground and looked again, then shook his head and gave up on the idea of opening up a hole from above.

The entrance was at the edge of the pond, so it didn't directly touch the surface of the water. However, if it was blown up, the water nearby would undoubtedly be poured into the tunnel along with the soil. If a large piece of red was washed away and mixed with the water, they might as well not go in.

After all these years of not having finished dripping, the depth of this corrosive substance was not too shallow. It was difficult to dilute the water.

The current wasn't sad at all. They all had tarps on their bodies that could be used to support their heads. But what if there was such a thing up ahead? This path twisted and turned. The light from the flashlight could not reach it, but from the sound, there was more than one stream of water. How big was the entire pool? If something happened while they were halfway there, then they wouldn't be able to move forward and they would have no way out!

They thought about it, then decided to take out the ductile metal folding board. They could only try to break through. They could not destroy this type of mechanism that was created by nature.

The metal folding board was divided into two layers. The upper and lower layer was made of bright silver metal, while the middle layer was made of a layer of high hardness plastic.

The three of them held onto the handles of the plates, careful not to let their bodies exceed the outside of the plates. Even so, they still had to be careful of the water drops that bounced off the plates.

As they passed through the barrier, a thin layer of water quickly corroded the metal. However, when they turned around, they could see countless more of these things in front of them.

They gritted their teeth. After fifteen strikes, the metal had already been corroded until there were holes in it. A large amount of red water poured down from the surface, revealing a somewhat bumpy surface.

This was unavoidable. If the water current only passed over the surface, it wouldn't cause too much damage, but how would they have time to pour it all the way here? It was still the empty space in front of him that made him stop and take a breath.

This piece of plastic is dead. Fortunately, the Song family still had two pieces in Lin Zhenji's bag. Otherwise, he would have no idea what would happen if he went back the way he came.

They were all from the same profession, so when considering issues, they naturally hoped that the lower the damage, the better. As for blasting holes in the ground, even if it wasn't done, they couldn't be bothered with it.

It was very quiet as they walked forward. Three flashlights locked onto a route and three pairs of eyes stared at the road ahead without blinking. The green bricks under their feet were completely intact, as they were far away from the corrosive red liquid. My father and the others safely stepped onto it. Only at the end of this road did they have no choice but to stop and start thinking of a way to continue.

When I heard this, I felt a surge of blood. He thought to himself, That doesn't sound too dangerous. In the Pingji mountain, we are two steps, one part, five steps, one puppet. We can't wait to have seven or eight pairs of eyes to observe the road, and we can't be more careful when stepping on the brick.

After I sighed with emotion, the corner of my father's mouth twitched. He said seriously, "The real danger is not in the hidden arrows but in the open guns. Why? The only difference is whether you know it or not. The same secret mechanism would be useless. At most, he could focus on preparing for an attack, but it wouldn't matter if he was prepared. But a spear? Even if you know it's there, there's nothing you can do about it. The next time you encounter the same trap, you'll still have to be honest about it. "

"So you have to remember this in the future — the real terror is not being all-pervasive, but when you look, you can only watch, no matter how itchy your heart is, you can only stare."

I nodded.

Seeing that I had been taught a lesson, Dad moved his cheeks in relief and went on.

At the end of this path was a calm and peaceful pool. The surface was calm, but not very smooth. There were small particles on it, as well as dust that would fall onto it the day after tomorrow. That was not water, but wax.

My heart skipped a beat. The pond Wei Yuting fell into previously was also sealed with a layer of wax. I asked, "Then, what are you going to do next?"

My father glared at me and said resentfully, "How dare you?"

Wei Yuting didn't jump down on her own accord at the time. Naturally, my father wouldn't risk his life to go on an adventure. Since he knew what it was, he decided that it would be easy to do it. Since he had no stones in his hands, he might as well strike a match and throw it down.

When the match landed on the wax, the dust started to crackle and burn. The wax slowly melted into a thin layer. It was probably not even as thick as a piece of paper. Instantly, a large hole appeared on the wax, revealing what was underneath.

It was pitch black down there, but it wasn't shallow. After melting away, he heard a knocking sound. The flashlight shone down, and he felt a wave of nausea.

The crackling sound came from the bottom of the pool. The four walls of the pool were covered with a layer of black, knobbly cocoons. Black bubbles of varying sizes were being pinched on them, some of them already broken, some of them still hanging from them. A few black bugs were even slithering out from the black bubbles.

The adults were squishing each other. As the wax dripped down, the bugs were sizzling from the heat. There was a buzz, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get up.

With his sharp eyes, my father immediately saw a row of slanted grooves on the wall. He felt that those grooves were meant for people to step on. Without even thinking, he took a rope and tied it to his waist before walking forward. My father went first, and the other two pulled on ropes.

'F * ck! Why is this scene so familiar? ' Thus, I told my father. After thinking for a while, he said, "There should be some places that are similar." "Dad, actually, there's always a place I don't understand. I want to ask you about it." I didn't want to retort, "Since these mechanisms are here to stop people from entering, why should we leave them a way out? Isn't this an opportunity for others to enter? "

My father said, "You're right, but you're also wrong. Do you know why they didn't just directly find a place to bury the things, but instead went through great pains to build complicated chambers and set up complicated mechanisms? "

We have recited this: "Because the ancient tradition was to accompany the burial, it was thought that when a person died, he could also use the thing placed in a place that he could casually use in the underworld." This point, whether ancient China or ancient Egypt is mutual.

"Wrong."

"Huh?"

"Let me tell you, the standard answer is two things — the first is that someone should have told you that the places we're going to are palace rooms, not tombs. Such a mechanism was rarely seen in tombs. The moment one saw light, they would either be burned by a piece of oil or be taken away.

What was a palace? It is a large place of worship built by certain organizations or by some people. No matter what the offerings were, they all had one characteristic — eliminating dissidents and recognizing the same kind of people. How to get rid of others? He would have to use some sort of method. Of course, it's impossible to verify DNA to determine if it's the descendant of that man, so there has to be a mechanism — you know there's a mechanism here where you can avoid him and find the right way in. If you can't find the mechanism, or if you've died because of your mistake, then you're an alien, the best 'infiltrator', and the infiltrator in the palace is the same as the grave robber, the master hates you. "

"So cruel?"

"Faith is a cruel thing to begin with, whether one believes in it or not."

"One more thing," my father said, clearing his throat. The Great Dao was at 50, and the Sky Spill was at 4 – 9. They were at a slim chance of survival. What do you mean? This means that I will leave you a chance of survival in dire straits. For example, the original human sacrifice had cost two hundred and forty out of the two hundred and eighty slave prisoners. The remaining forty would be left behind, and that was the only chance of survival. "No matter what faith is, this is what it is. To put it bluntly, this is the arrangement of the heavens."

The Great Dao was fifty, and the Sky Spill Art was forty-nine. There was only a tiny chance of survival. F * * k, this phrase sounds so familiar. I was speechless. This was the Chinese language that was previously clearly carved into the Mayan building in Egypt. At that time, one of the doors of the 50th gate had passed through normally, so it could be said that he had materialized this sentence.

My father coughed and said, "Let's talk about these matters in the future. You should listen to what I have to say about the situation inside."

In the end, the three of them still managed to get away safely. When they turned around and walked back in, the sound of the bugs rolling in a group behind them caused their scalps to go numb.

The three of them headed inside. It was a very, very narrow road. The three of them were not considered fat, so they had to lean to the side to get over. If they went in, it would be hard to come out. If they couldn't handle it properly, they wouldn't need to come out.

The three of them were on guard. Lin Ren Xueqin was a farsighted person, and his eyesight was actually much better when he saw things in the near distance. He was not too surprised, and just a second before my father gritted his teeth and was about to step in, he pulled him back and pointed at the top of the narrow road, saying in a crafty voice, "Do you see there?"

My father's eyes were wide open as he stared at him. Student Lin said calmly, "That is a rusty blade." His father broke out in a cold sweat. That was no steel blade, it was clearly a guillotine. When he entered, he was too late to react. Even if he was not directly beheaded by the blade, he could not dodge it and was more or less seriously injured.

While Lin Yemao was playing dumb in front of my father, the Song family was observing the narrow road. There was a layer of gravel under the rocks, and even if you stepped on it, you could only blame your bad luck, while the stone walls on both sides were extremely smooth.

Amongst all the mechanisms, the side pressing mechanism was the easiest one to recognize. This kind of mechanism was usually used to trick people. The area was not big, but it was very critical and very sensitive. It was just as if I had been shot twice in the back, but that was reassuring, because the little mechanism couldn't be hidden behind a large flat area — not with something painted over it. Right now, the walls on both sides of the bridge were smooth and were stuck outside. Song Ping reached out and slapped the wall, but the guillotine remained unmoved.

This was the so-called only chance of survival. If you know it's not safe on the ground, you can use your hands to support the wall as you climb through the air because the space between the two walls is narrow; if you don't know it's not safe on the ground, or if you know it's too late, the guillotine above your head will take off half of your skin if it doesn't die, because the space between the two walls is narrow. The only way out was to see how you walked on it.

My heart thumped rapidly. What do I mean by 'what's wrong' with Wei Yuting? If we were to encounter such a situation, we would at most take the stretch clothes pole and probe our way in bit by bit. It would be very difficult to find a safe path even if we had to tighten our nerves as much as possible.

This was what Dad meant when he said 'open fire' — as long as you weren't stupid, you could tell there was something wrong with this place. However, if you didn't know what to do, you would have to walk with your life on the line.

Thinking about it, if he really met with this kind of situation, then he would really die from grievance.