Chapter 4: Authenticity

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Tang Sancheng fell down, his hands bracing against the ground, and his hands were cut by the sharp, hard stones, causing blood to flow. The pain spread throughout his body. In the night, Tang Sancheng's blood was blurred and indistinct. As he supported himself, he realized that he had merely fallen onto the fourth step.

A group of people who should have been laughing all simultaneously swallowed hard, as they had just heard an identical sound. Without hesitation, Bai Yi pressed down on the third and fifth blue bricks, gritted his teeth, and forcefully pushed down. "Boom..." The stone wall suddenly opened, and a surge of hot air burst forth. Tang San was caught off guard, and the hot air swept across his face. He did not feel anything unusual, only a warm sensation. Looking at the others, they all held a piece of white cloth to cover their mouths and noses, crouching down on the ground.

Unfortunately, it was too late. A terrifying wail echoed through the air, and Ding Dali immediately shouted, covering his face and crouching down, letting out a series of sobs. Driven by curiosity, Tang Sancheng leaned in halfway. In the dim light, he saw that the faces of the four individuals were already rotting, oozing a reddish-brown liquid. Their bodies were twisted and sprawled on the ground, their hands clenched into fists, tightly pressed against their faces. These four individuals had completely lost all signs of life. In the dim light, Tang Sancheng saw that the faces of the four individuals were already rotting, oozing a reddish-brown liquid. Their bodies were twisted and sprawled on the ground, their hands clenched into fists, tightly pressed against their faces. These four individuals had completely lost all signs of life.

Bai Yi looked at Tang San in disbelief. Anxious to enter, he temporarily set this matter aside. Once the heat dissipated, Bai Yi cautiously approached, raising the kerosene lamp to illuminate the interior. Behind him, his sharp-eyed subordinates cheered loudly, and suddenly three or four people rushed in. Bai Yi shouted, "Hold on!"

Ding Dali's hoarse and muffled voice sounded, filled with doubt: "How do you know?"

Bai Yi raised the kerosene lamp, leading the way with it pointed downwards. Ding Dali gave Tang Sancheng a push and said: "https://www.hetushu.com, let's go!"

"Ear." Tang San pointed to his own ear: "What I heard."

The staircase is long, extending downward until it reaches the end, where a stone wall stands before them. Everyone is blocked outside this stone wall. Bai Yi places the kerosene lamp in Tang San Cheng's hand: "Shine it."

Bai Yi's face turned ashen, and the subordinates who had originally intended to move forward also withdrew their hands, not daring to act recklessly

Among the third and fifth blue bricks

Bai Yi's hand was exploring up and down on the stone wall, a hint of confusion appearing on his face. He glanced back at Ding Dali, shook his head, then clenched his hand into a half-fist and began to knock on the wall. Tang San's ears perked up; he clearly heard that whenever Bai Yi struck the third and fifth bricks, the sound produced was different, sounding more muffled. Bai Yi, feeling disappointed, released his hand and shook his head, saying, "Strange, I can't find the mechanism"

This was the first time Tang Sancheng had entered a tomb. His body was pressed tightly against the stone wall, which was constructed from large blocks of blue stone. The surface of the blue stone was covered with moss, and a layer of moisture enveloped Tang Sancheng's back, chilling him to the bone. He shrank his body, his teeth began to chatter, and his clothing was too thin.

Tang Sancheng, in a state of chaos, followed closely behind Bai Yi. All he could see was Bai Yi's towering figure in front of him. His feet occasionally slipped, and he tried his best to steady himself; otherwise, Ding Dali behind him would surely deliver another slap. This man's hands were rough and thick, and his strength was considerable. After receiving too many slaps from him, Tang Sancheng was beginning to struggle.

He stood up, somewhat frustrated, yet captivated by the scene before him. In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, a stone step extended straight down, leading into an impenetrable darkness where one could not see their own fingers. Bai Yi also squeezed in, holding a rope and a hook in his hands, along with a piece of white cloth of unknown purpose: "This must be the tunnel leading to the main burial chamber"