Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 530 Black Hair...Shadow

A waterwheel-like object was inserted diagonally into the inclined well, with water surging inside the wellhead. This was a water vein in the rock, which the Zhang family had cleverly utilized.

The rotating waterwheel transmits power to the bearings via gears and chains, allowing the iron disc to rotate on its own year after year.

Countless cotton-like things hung from the chains, seemingly ancient grease.

The entire space was filled with a strong, pungent smell of aged blood, and even a hint of decay, but there wasn't a single trace of blood to be seen.

If it weren't for the fresh smell of blood telling the three that this was a trap space, they probably wouldn't have been able to tell.

Having confirmed the situation, Hu Ming took the lead and stepped into the inclined shaft ahead.

There are three cracks, each five or six meters high and one person wide, on the wall of the inclined shaft.

It's obvious that someone deliberately built this; it's like an extremely narrow corridor, with all the iron chains divided into three groups, all piercing straight into these three cracks.

The crack here is barely big enough for one person to squeeze into.

After all, no matter how ingenious a mechanism is, it will always appear fragile over time.

This is why, in so many ancient tombs, there are always some ingenious mechanisms that fail.

Above the inclined shaft, many stones are suspended by chains as thick as an arm.

Upon closer inspection, many pottery jars were hanging below the stone slabs.

These pottery jars... are exactly the same as the ones Hu Ming saw in the shipwreck in the Gobi Desert!
"Be careful, don't touch this thing. There's something inside. It's not very dangerous, but it's always better to avoid it."

Hu Ming narrowed his eyes, examining the pottery jar. Listening to the faint sounds inside, he turned back and gave instructions.

"Not very dangerous? That's only from your perspective, Uncle Ming, right?"

Wu Xie and Xiao Hua both smirked and rolled their eyes.

Even so, the two of them became even more cautious in their actions.

Nobody wants to personally experience what Hu Ming calls "not too dangerous," because who knows how a tough guy like Hu Ming actually defines danger?

"Tsk, this is troublesome, Uncle Ming."

"It's obvious that the craftsmen who built this place were no ordinary people. With such deadly ghostly things left in the passage ahead, there's no reason why there wouldn't be some kind of traps or hidden weapons here."

“These stone slabs forming the aerial passage are clearly a trap, and these three cracked passages are obviously also ill-intentioned.”

Looking around, Xiaohua clicked her tongue lightly.

"If we don't go up there or through the cracks, then we either have to step on these pottery jars or climb over by clinging to the copper nails on the wall. It seems there's no other way."

Before Hu Ming could speak, Wu Xie tapped the rusty, greenish copper nails that covered the well walls.

There are only a few roads here; we can't exactly fly over there, can we?
"Forget about the earthenware pot. It's fragile and was fired to be extremely thin and brittle. It would break at the slightest touch, and there's almost a 100% chance it would cause a problem."

Hu Ming shook his head, snatched the long stick from Xiao Hua's hand, pulled a fragment from a distance, and showed it to the two of them.

Perhaps due to the passage of time, or perhaps due to changes in the mountain's structure, many of the pottery jars in front of us have shattered. The fragments before us are as thin as cicada wings, and some unidentified black substance clings to them.

Based on this alone, Wu Xie and Xiao Hua couldn't determine whether what was inside was the same as what was in the previous passage.

However, at this level, let alone a person stepping on it, even the slightest external force would cause it to shatter instantly.

"This is absolutely outrageous; they clearly didn't intend for anyone to pass through."

Seeing this, Xiaohua's eyes twitched slightly, showing some annoyance.

As for the copper nails on the well wall?
The three weren't that stupid; it was clearly a trap to lure outsiders!
Hu Ming ignored Xiao Hua, but looked up at the stone bar hanging in mid-air by chains above him, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about something.

"Uncle Ming, what are you doing?"

Shh, listen carefully, there's a panting sound!

Hu Ming put his index finger to his lips and said softly.

"Breathing sounds?"

The two exchanged a glance, then quickly shut their mouths and eyes, listening intently.

call.
boom.
The sounds of breathing and heartbeats—one, two, three—are definitely the breathing and heartbeats of three people. Among them, Hu Ming's physical condition is the best, and his heartbeat and breathing are much slower than those of ordinary people.

Next is Xiaohua, whose breathing and heartbeat are very rhythmic and slow.

Wu Xie listened quietly to everything, trying hard to discern the breathing Hu Ming was referring to.
Suddenly! Wu Xie and Xiao Hua opened their eyes in shock.

They heard it!
The fourth breath!
There was no heartbeat, only rapid breathing, like a broken bellows, completely irregular but extremely rapid!
There are actually living things in this godforsaken place???
The two looked up at the stone slabs in the sky, their bodies tense with apprehension.

This place is far more sinister than any great tomb!
"coming!"

Without a sound, the white mist surged and transformed into a precious sword in Hu Ming's hand.

Swish!!!
Just as the two were carefully trying to pinpoint the direction of the fourth breathing sound, Hu Ming suddenly swung his right hand violently, and the precious sword flew out of his hand.

Tearing through the air with a chilling glint, the precious sword, under Hu Ming's terrifying force, actually pierced through the stone slab and disappeared completely inside.

At the same time, whether it was an illusion or not, a shrill scream rang out from the stone slab.

If there is, if there is not.

Hu Ming did not stop what he had done last night. Instead, he paused, then leaped up like a cannonball, disappearing into the darkness.

The next moment, from directly above the stone slab, a "human figure" covered in wriggling black fur was thrown down from above.

"This is the thing, a lucky but unlucky bastard."

Hu Ming emerged from the shadows above the stone slabs, plopped down on the edge, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Directly above the stone slabs were endless nests, the nests of Hu Ming's favorite little cuties.