777米奇影

Once more, Luo Feng ventured into the depths of the tomb. Armed with his memory, he cautiously navigated through the already traversed 100 meters, arriving beside the bronze tripod.

The remaining distance, only a few tens of meters, remained unexplored. Luo Feng advanced with heightened caution. A tense hour passed, the mechanisms were as they had been, and once again, Luo Feng eluded them. Despite several brushes with danger, he reached the corridor unharmed.

The tomb passage seamlessly melded into the corridor without any separating brick wall. This corridor, approximately ten meters in length, far exceeded the standard two or three meters, reflecting the grandeur of Boss Cao’s tomb. On the other end, a set of imposing stone doors obstructed access to the main tomb chamber.

A stone tablet stood upfront. It bore the inscription: Tomb of King Wei Wu, Cao

Cao. Beneath, numerous minute characters likely portrayed the life of Cao Cao.

Luo Feng paused, ensuring no traps lay in this final stretch. He scanned the tomb ceiling and scrutinized the floor tiles. Confirming the absence of anything unusual, he proceeded.

“If someone could make it here, Boss Cao might have considered surrendering.

With so many traps conquered, further struggle seems pointless!”

“Hahaha! Indeed, those who make it here are nothing short of divine. What use would more traps serve? Futile!”

Assured of the absence of additional traps, Luo Feng gently rapped on the stone doors, producing an eerie, hollow sound.

He reckoned that the stone doors weighed at least a dozen tons. Opening them was no mean feat. Moreover, knowing Boss Cao, the doors were likely sealed. Composed of natural stone, a material prevalent in ancient tombs, the doors functioned much like a door bolt, wedged securely behind the door. A simplistic design, yet highly effective. To pry open these doors, one would either have to shatter them or fracture the natural stone. Both were herculean tasks.

“Let’s set aside all thoughts and give this a push!”

With that, Luo Feng marshalled all his strength to thrust against the stone doors.

Instantly, Luo Feng sensed the stone doors shudder, followed by a click behind him. In the next instant, a stone door plummeted behind him, confining him within the ten-meter corridor.

“What the hell!” “What’s happening?”

“Is this a trap?”

“Damn it, Boss Cao didn’t give up on traps till the very end!”

The colossal stone door crashed behind Luo Feng.

Its vast weight invoked an overpowering sense of despair. The impact of the falling door shattered the surrounding floor tiles.

“Hahaha, a tomb raider would certainly meet his end here!”

“But our host is livestreaming, right? Surely, Boss Cao didn’t account for this, did he?”

“Regardless, we must rescue our trapped host, even if we have to blow up the tomb!”

Truth be told, this perspective wasn’t wrong.

Though the destruction of relics or the tomb passage is regrettable, human life takes precedence. Prioritizing artifacts over human life would draw criticism.

In such scenarios, advanced technology would be deployed for the rescue. If someone were to die to protect the artifacts, the internet would undoubtedly split into two factions. One would rationally argue the necessity of preserving artifacts, while the other would condemn the authorities.

“Boss Cao is truly a mastermind!”

Luo Feng was speechless. The speed at which the stone door descended would catch anyone off guard, especially as the trap was on the door itself.

If you block tomb raiders with a stone door, they can’t enter your house. But now, you’re trapping them on your doorstep?

On reflection, the corridor was ten meters long, presumably a testament to

Boss Cao’s grandeur. In truth, he wanted to ensnare the tomb raiders inside. Given the corridor’s length, a tomb raider would not have the time to sense danger and escape. If it were only two meters, escape would be relatively straightforward.

“Don’t worry, Old Luo. I’ve reached out to the emergency team. Stay put, we’re initiating a rescue operation immediately!”

Gu Santong’s voice resonated through the walkie-talkie. Luo Feng merely chuckled, “It’s probably not that simple!” “Not that simple? What do you mean?”

Confronted with Gu Santong’s question, Luo Feng remained silent.

After all, given Boss Cao’s ruthlessness, merely trapping the tomb raider would be uncharacteristically lenient. He probably anticipated that a person could survive for several days within the shut doors, and raiders outside could break through in that time.

Boss Cao would not grant one that respite.

As Luo Feng came to this realization, he heard a sound reminiscent of dripping water. It was as though something was trickling within the ten-meter corridor. Then, the dripping sound grew more frequent, more pronounced.

“Yellow sand?”

“It’s yellow sand!”

Luo Feng’s eyes bulged in surprise.