Ying Fei dragged Brother Ma into the Workshop of Tools. He had been mentally prepared, and as a member of the Blue White Society, he was naturally able to remain calm.
Brother Ma, on the other hand, had spent his entire life robbing tombs, yet had never encountered anything strange. Faced with this all of a sudden, he was completely dumbfounded.
The tomb-robbing trade had passed down some superstitious rituals, some methods for exploring tombs, some techniques for opening coffins and breaking into chambers, and some ways to guard against poisonous miasma, insects, and snakes.
But it had never passed down what to do after seeing a ghost.
The two rushed into the Workshop of Tools, and Ying Fei immediately shut the door.
The doors here were unusual as well. It was easy to see the pulleys above them; they opened horizontally.
What was even more special was that there were no locks at all. The stone houses they had seen earlier were the same. It seemed that locks were completely unnecessary here.
Holding up the lamp, Ying Fei looked around for another exit, only to discover more than a dozen Wooden Puppet Beasts standing inside the room. The sight made his scalp prickle.
Apart from the Wooden Puppet Beasts, there were also all kinds of craftsmen's tools.
Ying Fei saw a Wooden Horse tethered beside a millstone. It seemed to have once been the driving force that pulled the millstone.
Apparently, to increase the friction between the Wooden Horse and the ground, the floor all around the millstone was covered in inverted-triangle-shaped grooves. This allowed the Wooden Horse to have enough surface area to bear weight when it stepped on them.
On the other side stood an exquisitely crafted metal winch. It seemed to be used for shaving wood.