At the southeastern corner of the wall stood a huge boulder, and atop it rested a tiny stone hammer.
Qin Han took one look and found the hammer small and exquisite. He wanted to pick it up for a closer look. But the moment he tried, he nearly threw out his back—the hammer would not budge.
Unwilling to admit defeat, Qin Han summoned all his strength and tried again. He still failed.
That tiny hammer seemed to have taken root and sprouted over tens of thousands of years, fusing with the slab of bluestone into one whole.
Qin Han's expression turned solemn as he paced around the bluestone slab in circles.
Seeing Qin Han's foolishly earnest appearance, Wen Ruo Ruo giggled and said, "Third Brother, don't you usually pride yourself on having boundless strength? How come you can't even lift a tiny stone hammer today? Did you not eat your fill these past few days, so you have no strength?"
"There's something strange about this hammer." Qin Han wore an embarrassed look.
"Perhaps there's nothing strange about the hammer. You're the strange one, aren't you?" Wen Ruo Ruo teased. "If a weak girl like me manages to lift it, won't you find that humiliating?"
As she spoke, Wen Ruo Ruo walked over and reached for the stone hammer.
The instant her fair little hand touched the stone hammer, a thick and immense rebound force surged toward her.
Caught completely off guard, Wen Ruo Ruo was knocked backward several steps.
She steadied herself and looked at her numb, trembling arm. With a horrified expression, she said to Qin Han, "It feels alive."
Only when something possessed life could it reject your approach.
This stone hammer gave people the feeling that it was a living creature.
And yet it was clearly just