"Professor, the blue bricks inside are all the same length and width, and they are joined very tightly."
"There seem to be some red things inside, but I can't tell what they are."
One of the team members said, reaching out to touch the red powder on it and smelling it under his nose, but he couldn't smell anything.
"Strange, this is clearly carved by someone."
The metaphysics professor was also curious when he saw this scene, and then shone his flashlight towards the inside.
However, the flashlight's technology was limited, and he could only get a general idea of what he saw. But why would Wan Nu Wang go to such great lengths to create such an environment here?
Old Tang was a bit confused. If it were a secret passage, it would be understandable, but was it necessary to build blue bricks next to the secret passage? .oΓg
Finally, his gaze fell on Zhou Lin, who clearly didn't want to speak or explain.
Was Zhou Lin holding a grudge?
"Professor Zhou Lin, do you know?"
Professor Lin glanced at Old Tang and knew that it was not easy to ask directly, so he decided to ask. It was up to him to ask.
"I don't know."
Zhou Lin responded without thinking, but his eyes were not blank.
Old Tang thought of the previous forbidden spirit. He had watched them encounter danger for money, so now that there was no danger, he would definitely not say anything.
"Alright, is fifty thousand enough? You name your price."
Old Tang deeply felt that Zhou Lin had him completely in his grasp, and there was no room for refusal.
"I suddenly thought of something. Let me think, I should know."
Zhou Lin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his attitude changed.
Professors: ...
Archaeological team: ...
Mercenaries: ...
Professor Zhou Lin, is this appropriate? You won't move if you don't get paid, will you?
After a long while.
"This is a mixture of red ochre and cinnabar. But if you look closely, you will see that it is a form of seal."
Zhou Lin picked up his flashlight and shone it back and forth on the wall. He noticed that some of the blue stone bricks had no red ochre and cinnabar underneath.
But those with cinnabar and ochre looked like talismans.
"You mean, it's possible that something is suppressed below, and it's trapped by talismans?"
The metaphysics professor, after hearing this, thought of the previous queen and the problems they encountered when they first entered, and felt terrified.
"But if it's suppressed, it's suppressed. Why go to such great lengths to build it like this? It's a waste of effort. There's no reason to consume so much manpower and resources."
Professor Lin felt that this was not very reasonable and vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"Unless this thing is very important to Wan Nu Wang, so important that it must be treated with the highest etiquette, hence this situation."
Old Tang suddenly had this thought.
"Then it's suppressed. What highest etiquette are you talking about? This is not necessarily true. If you ask me, there are other possibilities."
The metaphysics professor felt that Old Tang was not entirely correct.
"We'll know when we go down."
Zhou Lin expressed his helplessness at their speculation.
In the live broadcast room.
"I'm starting to be curious about why this secret passage is built like this."
"Me too, but I do know one thing: the situation below is very dangerous because something is being suppressed."
"No matter what it is, as long as the boss is here, nothing will happen."
"That's right, I believe this. Nothing will happen as long as the boss is here."
...
Zhou Lin led the group downwards.
Zhou Lin took out paper and pen, then drew something on it, just a light stroke.
Finally, he put the notebook back in his bag.
After walking a few steps, Zhou Lin stopped and cocked his ear, hearing a faint rustling sound.
"What's wrong?"
Old Tang asked, seeing Zhou Lin stop.
Then he also heard a strange noise, light and airy, like something crawling.
His heart sank instantly, and the hair on his body involuntarily began to tremble.
He swallowed hard, his face not looking good.
"What is that sound..."
Professor Lin felt that this light and airy sound was like ants crawling in his heart. He would have preferred a heavier sound to this tickling in his heart.
Even when he spoke, his voice trembled.
The metaphysics professor, Captain Lin, and the archaeological team behind them all felt a chill, their faces looking grim, and their eyes darting around.
They began to encourage themselves, preparing themselves mentally in case they saw something terrifying later.
The atmosphere in the entire secret passage instantly became tense.
In the live broadcast room.
"Oh my god, why do I feel something is wrong? What is that sound? Just hearing it makes me feel terrible."
"Damn, what is that sound? What will we see later?"
"Let's not think about what we'll encounter later, let's think about what to do. I see that these archaeological team members don't look good."
"Given their experiences, who would look good? It's already good that they haven't been scared to death."
...
In the dean's conference room.
"Is that the sound of insects?"
Professor Wen was silent for a moment. The sound did resemble the sound of insects.
"It should be, but one insect wouldn't make such footsteps, unless..."
Professor Hu began to speculate when he heard the sound, and his face suddenly turned very grim.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's hearts tensed up.
Unless...
There are so many insects that they can make such footsteps?
The entire conference room fell silent, and they began to worry.
In the tomb.
"Retreat."
Zhou Lin heard the footsteps getting closer, and then saw red starlight appearing in front of them, and this red starlight was becoming denser.
Captain Lin behind him heard this and quickly looked at the people behind him, urging them anxiously.
"Retreat, quickly."
Captain Lin's voice was somewhat angry. The people behind them finally snapped back to reality and began to retreat.
After running a distance, Zhou Lin stopped and calmly turned to look at the things behind them.
The red lights behind them had already approached, and their numbers were increasing.