I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 410 Exploring
Chen Xing gestured for Feng Jing to lead the Shadow Chaser Bugs back, and then began to forcefully strike that spot.

Whether it was the right position, the right force, or the right number of strikes, in any case, a muffled rumbling sound came from inside the mountain, and the mountain wall opened inward, revealing the dark interior.

The two gasped in surprise; there really was a trap.

Chenxing held up the precious pearl and shone it inside, discovering that it was a downward staircase.

"Why is it going downhill?" Feng Jing leaned closer, craning his neck to look. According to his and Chen Xing's deduction, the mechanism behind this cliff should lead to the top of the cliff, so why is it going downhill?

The two exchanged a glance, the hazy pearly light illuminating the eager look in their eyes.

Feng Jing: "Tan Tan?"

Chenxing: "Tantan!"

The two daring thieves hit it off immediately, and Chen Xing held out his hand: "Sound Arrow."

Feng Jing reached into his cloth bag and took out the signal arrow used by the secret guards for communication, then handed it to her.

On the way up the mountain, Chen Xing was worried that the group would be separated by the formation, so she gave each leader a signal arrow. Her own arrow was soaked in water and unusable, but Feng Jing's arrow had been kept in his cloth bag and hadn't gotten wet at all.

The arrow shot into the sky and exploded into a golden firework with a "bang" in the dark blue night.

"General, look!" a soldier exclaimed as he lowered the rope, pointing to the golden fireworks in the sky and calling out to Huang Qian.

Huang Qian was overjoyed, for the ability to fire a signal arrow proved that the person was still alive.

Feng Jing is a legendary doctor; he must be carrying life-saving medicine to buy them time.

He ordered his soldiers to continue lowering the ropes and rescue the man as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, the guards on duty at the military camp also saw the fireworks blooming in the sky.

Xiao Da ordered Xiao Shiyi, that clever fellow, to investigate, while he himself went to report to Xiao Jingfan.

Stepping on branches and leaves, the dark figure darted through the forest like a nimble swallow, reaching the mountainside at top speed.

A man in black suddenly appeared beside them, startling the soldier so much that he nearly fell off the cliff. Xiao Shiyi grabbed him just in time, pulling him away from the edge, and leaned down to look down.

"They are His Majesty's secret guards, our own people." Huang Qian reassured everyone, and quickly explained the situation when Xiao Shiyi turned to look at him.

After listening, Xiao Shiyi took out a small notebook from his pocket, quickly drew several pictures, tore them off, and handed them to Huang Qian: "Give this to the master."

Huang Qian was stunned. He saw Xiao Shiyi leap down headfirst.

Huang Qian: !!!
Everyone:! ! !
Everyone rushed to the edge of the cliff and peered down.

Under the moonlight, the clouds and mist floated quietly like smoke and silk, but where was Xiao Shiyi's figure?
Are these bodyguards addicted to jumping off cliffs?
Huang Qian's face twitched, and he wiped it hard before regaining his composure. He glanced at the several little drawings that Xiao Shiyi had given him, but he couldn't quite understand them. Just in case, he personally ran to the military camp.

Hearing that Feng Jing had fallen off a cliff, and that his own bodyguards had also jumped off one after another, even Xiao Jingfan was unsettled. After looking at the small painting that Xiao Shiyi had Huang Qian deliver, he pondered for a moment and decided to go up the mountain to see for himself.

Immediately, Eunuch Zhou's face turned as bitter as a gourd, wrinkled with worry, and his eyes glared resentfully at Huang Qian.

Huang Qian: ? ? ?
It wasn't him who persuaded His Majesty to go up the mountain!

Half an hour later, a fire suddenly broke out on the top of the Thousand-Foot Cliff. The wind fanned the flames, and in the blink of an eye, the fire spread and turned half the sky red.

Strangely, not a single shout of "Fire!" or "Fire!" was heard.

Chu Liuzheng, the one who started it all, was unaware that the fire had been ignited prematurely. She was in the underground palace, using all her strength to push the coffin lid, and directing the two unfortunate souls she had just rescued from the coffin: "Lord Zhang, Lord Jiang, put in some effort! His Highness Prince Rui is still waiting for you to save him."

"We did our best." Zhang Qian and Jiang Zhou's faces were flushed red, but they had been starving for too long, and their hands and legs were weak. Their strength was even less than that of Chu Liuzheng, a weak woman.

The three of them pushed for a long time, but the coffin lid wouldn't budge an inch.

Three cobblers with their wits combined can outwit Zhuge Liang, but the combined strength of three weaklings is less than that of half a strongman. Chu Liuzheng sat on the ground, exhausted, sweat dripping down his temples, too tired to speak.

Ugh~ This credit is so damn hard to earn!

“This can’t go on. The stone coffin is not breathable, and His Highness Prince Rui will suffocate.” Zhang Qian wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, which was covered in dust. His face turned ashen and black, and with his gaunt face and messy hair from Chu Liuzheng’s forceful tug at him to save him, he looked perfectly at home among the beggars.

Jiang Zhou was also exhausted. He leaned against the stone coffin and fanned himself with his sleeve, asking as he did so, "Miss Chu, how did you manage to rescue Lord Zhang and me?"

“Use a crowbar.” Chu Liuzheng swallowed hard. Because she hadn’t drunk water for a long time, her throat felt like it was filled with a piece of burning coal. It might also be because she had a fever. In any case, she felt like sparks were flying out when she spoke. “Your coffins aren’t this heavy.”

Zhang Qian suggested, "Why don't we find three crowbars and work together?"

“No.” Chu Liuzheng pointed to the wooden stick broken in two on the ground. “This is what I carried for self-defense. Apart from gold and silver artifacts and a bunch of coffins that may or may not contain corpses, there is nothing else in the underground palace.”

Gold and silver are made of soft materials, so even if they are flattened, they cannot be used as crowbars.

Jiang Zhou asked a question that went off-topic: "Miss Chu, if you want to protect yourself, why don't you carry a knife?" A knife is a sharp weapon, surely it's more useful than a stick, right?
[Haha, I didn't know a knife was more useful than a stick? The problem is, I only dare to hit people with a stick, not cut them with a knife.]

Chu Liuzheng: "I am a Buddhist and do not kill."

Jiang Zhou: "..."

Zhang Qian: "..."

Their silence was deafening in the quiet underground palace.

Jiang Zhou: "Let's hurry and save Prince Rui."

Zhang Qian: "Yes, yes, I suddenly have some strength."

"Come on." Chu Liuzheng stood up, supporting himself on the stone coffin, and blinked hard to try to clear his mind of the blurry images. "Try again."
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"Should we go left or right?" In the dimly lit underground palace, two figures stood at a crossroads, torn between two options.

Feng Jing: "On the right."

Chenxing: "Mm."

I decisively turned left.

Feng Jing: "..."

“You chose twice, and both times there were traps.” Chen Xing beckoned him to follow, his steps a little unsteady.

Feng Jing caught up with her and helped her up gently, but his words were sharp: "The one you chose also has a trap."

"At least it's not fatal." Chen Xing cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

Just now, as they were walking along the path chosen by Feng Jing, a huge boulder suddenly rolled over with a rumble. If she hadn't reacted quickly and pushed Feng Jing into the stone chamber next to them, it wouldn't have been just a minor scrape on their legs; the two of them would have been crushed into a bloody pulp long ago.

Feng Jing glanced at her pale profile and muttered under his breath, "I should have known better than to come in."

I thought it was just a simple secret room, but the more I walked, the more confusing it became, and I even encountered a trap.

The two realized something was wrong and immediately returned the way they came, but the stone door they had entered through was somehow closed, and even the anti-closing stone that Chen Xing had specially placed was useless.

The two searched for a long time but couldn't find the mechanism to open the door. After discussing it, they decided to continue their investigation, hoping to discover some great secret.

But the two daring thieves soon regretted their actions.

This isn't a secret room at all; it's a complex underground palace riddled with traps and mechanisms!
It was too late to turn back, so I had to keep going by instinct.

"Wait!" Chen Xing paused, listening intently. "It sounds like there are voices."

(End of this chapter)