What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

"Brother Chen, have you noticed anything amiss?"

Zhang Xuanqing turned his head and asked me in a low voice.

I slowly withdrew the malevolent energy that had been extending outwards and replied in a deep voice, "No."

Within a radius of fifty meters, there was no active yin energy or signs of life.

It's almost too clean here.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuanqing frowned slightly: "That's strange."

"That underground river outside was teeming with danger. Logically, this burial pit should be the last barrier to entering the core area of ​​the ancient tomb; they couldn't possibly have left no ambush here."

"Perhaps they felt that what was in the water outside was enough to keep us all in the river."

Shan Yan snorted coldly and tightened his grip on the military knife.

"No matter what their schemes are, we'll just push our way through."

Although they were not ambushed, everyone remained vigilant.

We maintained a tight tactical formation and carefully traversed the enormous burial pit.

The ground at the bottom of the pit was very uneven, with scattered bones and rubble everywhere, making a "crunching" sound when stepped on.

After walking for about ten minutes, we finally arrived at the end of the burial pit.

A huge and heavy bronze door stood prominently between two steep rock walls, completely blocking the way forward.

This bronze door is five meters high and about three meters wide, with very complex totems carved on its surface.

By the light of the flashlight, one could vaguely make out that they were some hideous demons and ancestors performing a sacrifice.

The lines on the totem are bold and exude an indescribable eeriness.

This bronze door appears to have stood for hundreds of years; its surface is covered with a thick layer of verdigris, exuding a cold and weathered aura.

Zhang Xuanqing strode to the bronze door, reached out and touched the crack in the door, his face instantly darkening.

"The door is locked."

Zhang Xuanqing turned around, looked at us, and spoke with a hint of doubt and seriousness in his voice.

"When I sneaked in here alone to investigate half a month ago, this bronze door was open."

At that time, I could even stand outside the door and see directly the stone platform and the stone coffin wrapped in chains inside.

Now the door is closed.

I walked over to Zhang Xuanqing, my gaze sweeping over the perfectly sealed bronze door, and analyzed in a deep voice:

"Such a heavy door couldn't have been blown on by the wind."

The only explanation is that the person inside the door sensed the danger.

Or perhaps they are performing some kind of ritual inside that cannot be disturbed by outsiders, so they have physically locked the door from the inside.

Shan Yan stepped forward and slammed his fist, which was gloved with a tactical glove, against the bronze door twice.

"Thump! Thump!"

The sound was very muffled, without even a slight echo.

"This door is at least several tens of centimeters thick, and it's solid."

Shan Yan shook his wrist, which was numb from the impact, and turned to look at the gunpowder.

"You definitely can't push it open. And gunpowder? Will it explode?"

Upon hearing this, Gunpowder stepped forward.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead took out a small, high-powered searchlight and an instrument resembling an endoscope from his backpack.

"Before blowing up the door, we must first eliminate any traps and load-bearing risks."

The sound of gunpowder conveyed a sense of meticulousness characteristic of professionals.

"The dragon-breaking stone or main tomb door of such ancient tombs are usually connected to a self-destruct device."

For example, mercury or quicksand in the interlayer, or load-bearing mechanisms that could trigger a complete collapse if subjected to severe tremors.

Zhang Xuanqing nodded and immediately instructed, "Use the compass to check the feng shui and energy flow to confirm whether this door is connected to any killing formation."

Brother Chen, could you please check what's inside the door crack?

"Gunpowder, you're responsible for assessing its physical structure."

This is the quality that Zhang Xuanqing, as a seasoned veteran, should have when facing unknown obstacles; he would never act blindly.

As soon as Zhang Xuanqing finished speaking, Luo Pan immediately took out his specially made compass and began to measure the rock walls around the bronze gate.

He muttered incantations to himself, his fingers constantly moving across the compass markings.

I walked to the very center of the bronze door and slowly placed my right hand on the cold, piercing patina.

I closed my eyes and channeled the jade-colored evil energy within my body, guiding it along my fingertips and slowly seeping into the cracks of the bronze door.

In my mind, the internal structure of this heavy bronze door gradually became clear.

The door is indeed made of solid bronze, with a thickness of about forty centimeters.

Behind the crack in the door, I sensed a thick, strip-shaped object.

It straddles the two doors, firmly wedging the hinges.

That must have been the top pillar that fell from the inside.

More importantly, I used my malevolent energy to carefully examine the rock strata above the bronze door.

No signs of large amounts of liquid or loose particles were found.

About five minutes later, we summarized the results of our investigation.

"The feng shui principles are correct."

He put away the compass and said earnestly.

"There may have been some psychedelic or yin-gathering array patterns engraved on the door, but for some reason, the energy of these arrays has long since dissipated."

From a metaphysical perspective, this door is now just a piece of ordinary scrap copper.

As soon as Luo Pan finished speaking, I picked up where he left off and said, "There is no layer of quicksand and mercury behind the door."

However, the door was blocked from the inside by a very thick horizontal beam or stone slab.

"With that thickness, it's absolutely impossible to break through by human force alone."

Gunpowder gave the final speech.

He tapped the rock walls on either side of the bronze gate with his fingers a few times, and then looked at the data on the instrument.

"The load-bearing structure is fine."

Gunpowder said in a hoarse voice.

"This door is set between two huge natural granite blocks."

As long as the explosive charge is properly controlled and directional blasting is carried out, only the door hinge and the inner top door pillar will be severed, preventing a collapse of the rock strata above.

Upon hearing this conclusion, Zhang Xuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.

"Okay. Since there's no trap, let's just blow it up."

I saw traces of the Sang family's orphans here two weeks ago; they must be plotting something inside.

We don't have time to waste here.

"Leave it to me."

Gunpowder was put into action immediately.

He took off his heavy backpack and took out several pieces of grayish-white C4 plastic explosives that looked like putty.

His movements were very skilled and precise.

Faced with this enormous bronze door, he didn't haphazardly stick the explosives in the center of the door.

Instead, along the gap of the hinge on the right side of the bronze door, and roughly where the internal top pillar I just pointed out was located, the C4 explosive was pinched into a thin strip and tightly attached to the gap.

He then covered the explosive with a layer of specially made energy-absorbing clay.

He explained that this type of putty can guide the shock wave generated by the explosion inward to the maximum extent, reducing the power that spreads outward.

This protects the overall structure of the cave.

Finally, the gunpowder inserted several electronic detonators into the C4 explosive, pulling out a long detonation wire.