This was something I had never expected. Sanjiu did not trust his brother, but would come to ask me for it? What would be hidden in it? I couldn't guess clearly for a while.

"What are you going to the dragon room? Is there any secret treasure there?" I looked him up and down, and said helplessly, "Forget it, Sanjiu, let's find a way out in reality. No matter what secret treasure he is, it's better to be alive, right?"

Seeing that I was telling it seriously, Sanjiu rubbed his big face and sighed, "Oh——yes, I'm dead, nothing matters."

Looking around, he identified the direction and said to me: "I heard from Uncle Ding that this place was designed by everyone personally. On the one hand, it can meet basic uses, and on the other hand, it can resist foreign enemies. If you go the wrong way, it may trigger certain mechanisms."

I only felt funny when I heard him say something serious, after all, this is really not proportional to Sanjiu's appearance.

Now there is no choice, the retreat is blocked, and the rest can only go to the dark. However, I still have a question in my mind, is there really a way out to continue walking? Now we are going down, and the chances of going out are getting smaller and smaller.

When Sanjiu heard my doubts, he smiled strangely, without explanation, and just said to believe him.

What to do? I am a fisherman, and I am completely involuntarily. This guy seems to be much more cunning than what I see on the surface. It seems that I need to be more careful.

In this way, we tied grasshoppers like a rope. Under the leadership of Sanjiu, we finally saw a door!

Sure enough, I could see many forks from where I came from. If it weren't for Sanjiu's leadership, it would be hard to say where I would go.

Looking at the strange wooden door in front of me, I was surprised. Although it was now upside down, I could still see the pattern on the door, which was a map of mountains, rivers and the country.

This type of painting is very common in royal families throughout history. The only difference is the content, painting method and artistic conception to be expressed. But in general, it will not deviate from the mainstream techniques at that time and is completely a work made by following the rules.

But the one in front of me is completely different. It was made with Jin Shan's technique. It seems to be incomplete beauty, but in fact it contains the universe.

I walked over unconsciously, touched the surface with my hands, and looked at several textures carefully, and determined the materials for the production of the door. At least more than a hundred kinds of top-quality wood were used, and then repaired it into a whole using Jinshan techniques.

If this is nothing, it can only be said to be an alternative creativity of craftsmen. What is more worth mentioning is the adhesive materials used for Jinshu restoration, and there are even more types.

If you use a tool to gently scrape off some, smell, burn, or see the shape and discolor, I can at least see the most commonly used gold and water, tin foil, copper, plant paste mud, clay, animal oil, etc., most of which must be accurately judged by complicated methods.

This is the first time I have seen such a technique since I was sensible.

I still remember that Shang Weiguo often said that porcelain is not divided into gold and fen. It seems to have different focus, but in fact it complements each other to reach the highest level.

But like in front of you, using Jinshan bonding technology to create such a large door, it is simply the pinnacle.

As I looked at it, my old habits as a craftsman were broken again, and I seemed to have forgotten everything. In my eyes, I only had the admiration for experts and anxiety about my own technical shortcomings.

Maybe seeing that I had never done anything, Sanjiu came to remind me, saying that there were pursuers behind me, and it would be troublesome if I didn't take action, which awakened me. After returning to reality, I felt an uncontrollable sense of loss.

I looked at the door again, there was no gap or door lock, it was natural. I couldn't push it, and I had no place to start if I wanted to pull it. Could it be a mechanism? Or did I need a password?

"Don't you know how to open it?" I asked Sanjiu.

The guy shook his head, "I only know a rough idea, but I don't know the details. All the relevant information is in Uncle Ding's mind."

Seeing that I was a little disappointed, Sanjiu Mashan added: "However, I heard him talk about this door and say it was a puzzle. Only craftsmen who know how to practice Jinshan's cultivation can solve it. So..."

Oh, that's what he was looking for me! A good boy, he was in person and behind his back, and finally lied to me to go to the dragon room. What attracted him?

Thinking of this, I sat down on the spot, stared at Sanjiu, and asked, "Now, tell me the way I left. Otherwise, I won't talk!"

Seeing his expression change continuously, he finally sighed: "Everything originates are in the dragon room, where all the answers are there."

Staring at the wooden door, Sanjiu said lightly: "You know how such a huge dragon boat can be turned back into the deep soil? Why are there cavity here, why are there such strange bubbles? All the puzzles are at your feet.

According to Uncle Ding, in this depth, it is a fantastic different world, as if it is a huge mouth in the abyss that can swallow everything.

Uncle Ding's ancestors accidentally found the dragon boat. When they saw the wonder, they were shocked and used this to peek into the inexplicable secret. They were beyond the control of humans, so they were afraid and fled out in a hurry.

It seemed like a vortex. As long as someone approached and thought about what he thought, he could realize it one by one. The strange bubbles seen outside originally came out of this vortex, but because the huge dragon ship blocked it, this caused everything now.

I don’t know how to explain it, I just heard Uncle Ding say that. If you want to leave alive, you can only go deeper and find the vortex to make a wish."

Look at me, Sanjiu didn't say anything further. He himself may not believe in this kind of argument, and his heart seemed to have been shaken.

At this time, I stood up and moved my fingers. No matter what Sanjiu did, I had already found a good guy and started to fumble on the door. In fact, I just discovered some clues, which was the middle of the hole, and the gold-sand materials used were all plant glue and paste mud.

Although this substance is strong after drying, it is not as easy as the metal and stone materials. It can be easily broken. Just heat it with fire.

So, I asked Sanjiu for a match, and saw the right entry point, and gently fired. After a while, I heard a subtle crackling sound, followed by a blue-green fire. The surface of the door made of various woods and cleverly repaired had a wonderful change.

Suddenly, a sea of ​​fire and roar appeared on the map of mountains, rivers and the country, which looked like a true portrayal of the fate of the Southern Song Dynasty. Could it be that this is also a foreshadowing of God?

The green firelight seemed particularly strange in this dim space. Although I knew it was the firelight and could feel the heat, I somehow felt the cold all over my body as if I had entered a frozen place.

On Sanjiu's face, the light and shadow swayed. At this moment, he was like a beast hiding in the dark and peeking at the prey, hiding something, making people shudder.

Because there is no mirror around you, if there is one, maybe I might be so weird when I see you.

About a moment later, as my flashlight flashed, a half-person-high range burned out on the door. Then, with a gurgling sound, the wood in the range lost its bond and poured in, and a damp and rotten smell surged out, making us unable to help but cover our noses.

After slapping the flashlight, I reminded me: "The door is open, let's see you next. But it's time to go fast. The flashlight won't last long. We don't have supplies on our bodies, so I'm afraid we will..." Before he could finish speaking, Sanjiu was like an possessive, and he walked in shortly, ignoring the darkness inside.

Seeing this, I cursed and followed quickly, raised the lamp to shine under my feet, and my heart was pounding.

Unexpectedly, this place is not the entrance to the dragon chamber, but is still part of this floor, but it is separated from the way we came from just now by the wooden door.

To be honest, I was a little disappointed and wanted to blame Sanjiu. Unexpectedly, he suddenly accelerated his pace, and I had no choice but to chase him quickly.

It's not like the twists and turns outside, but there is only one road, straight forward.

Under the dim light, I saw piles of things in the corners on both sides not far away. What exactly is it?

Just when I was not sure whether I should pass, Sanjiu actually pounced on them and kept searching for the piles of black things, and couldn't help but make a gurgling sound in my throat, not knowing what it means.

"Hey, Sanjiu. Hey, what's wrong with you? Let's reply!" I shouted at him, and I walked over quickly with the courage to come and sucked suddenly.

For nothing else, I saw the piles of black things, which turned out to be people! I just pressed each other down and lay down, and I don’t know how long it has been here.

Their faces were vivid, but they all had strange expressions: laughter, sadness, and anger. When counting from left to right, there were as many as fifteen people, and they were not Chinese. They were all wearing coarse cloth clothes of sea oil, similar to the canned people we met at sea.

Is there any connection between the two? Just as I was suspicious, I saw Sanjiu kneeling down and bowing to an elderly man.

No! That was the person he knew? Who would it be?

Judging from Hei Shui's meaning, it seems that they had sent someone a long time ago. The evidence is that the little leader has corresponding photos, and the victims are the ten female corpses above!

In addition, it is the elders of Uncle Ding’s tribe, but those people should have gone out smoothly.

Who else? The remnants of the Southern Song Dynasty? We have not seen the living people yet. It is possible that they have died or become strange plants, or become undead people.

And who is the one who kneeling down now? Has anyone else really been here?

I was completely confused and couldn't help but slap Sanjiu on the shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Why, do you know them?"

Unexpectedly, Sanjiu's face slowly turned around. At this time, the flashlight was too heavy to consume electricity, and the lights instantly became dark, just hiding half of his face in the darkness.
Chapter completed!