We've pinpointed the center point, which is likely the key to leaving this tomb, but we just can't seem to open it.
After trying two or three methods, Jiang Nuo silently leaned on Si Yan's shoulder and earnestly suggested, "Why don't we blow it up?"
Si Yan nodded in agreement, "Okay."
"What's so good about it!"
Song Zheng was shocked and quickly tried to stop him, "Your stuff is so powerful, are you sure this tomb won't sink if you use explosives?"
Jiang Nuo shook her head. "Not sure."
Song Zheng: "..."
He grabbed Jiang Nuo and Si Yan, "No, we can't drag everyone down with us!"
"Okay, then I'll think of another way."
Jiang Nuo held Si Yan's fingers in thought, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck her.
"Got it."
"Two people are coming over."
He shouted to his brothers who were still looking around.
Zhang Linsan, who had just helped, and his brothers rushed over, very eager to help.
"You two stand facing each other on either side of this point."
Jiang Nuo used his flashlight to mark the area, which was exactly the diagonal edge of the thick brick. After they were all standing in place, he spread his hands out towards Song Zheng.
"Borrow a gun."
Song Zheng hesitated for two seconds, fearing that he was about to do something shocking again, but time was limited, so he handed the gun to Jiang Nuo.
Jiang Nuo took the gun, cocked it, and fired at the center where they were standing.
The moment the thick bricks exploded, the two men followed instructions and dove to the side.
The mechanism was completely hit and opened.
Jiang Nuo tossed the gun back to Song Zheng, "Full marks!"
Si Yan clapped.
Song Zheng: "..." That's so childish!
He helped Zhang Linsan up, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the mechanism that had been opened, and a coffin was being brought out.
Everyone was so frightened that they backed away.
Simazi wasn't afraid; he took a few steps forward to observe.
"This coffin... is much bigger than usual."
Listening to Simazi's mutterings, Jiang Nuo asked, "Can you tell when this coffin is from?"
The years a vengeful ghost takes to transform into a corpse are just as important as the years it takes to cultivate.
"Hey, how would I know about these things? I'm not an archaeologist."
Simazi waved his hand, his eyes still fixed on the coffin. "But I've seen this pattern in the family's coffin record book. It's used for..."
As he recalled the events, he was suddenly shaken, took several steps back, and his voice trembled.
"It's used to raise corpses into ghosts! There's definitely a ghost in here!"
Upon hearing this, the brothers who had been scattered immediately huddled together, exclaiming, "There really is a ghost!"
" Simazi, you're not lying, are you!"
Jiang Nuo leaned closer, "Whether it's a human or a ghost, we'll find out when we open the coffin!"
Upon hearing this, the brothers retreated again, while only Jiang Nuo and his two companions remained standing.
Song Zheng wasn't unafraid either.
He looked down at his arm, which Si Yan was holding, and felt like crying.
"Wait a moment!"
Upon hearing Jiang Nuo say that the coffin was to be opened, Simazi jumped out again, his legs trembling as he stepped forward.
"Since we're going to open the coffin, we should light candles!"
Jiang Nuo: "..."
"Is this what your father taught you? You can't open a coffin without lighting candles, is that it?"
Simazi wasn't surprised at all that Jiang Nuo knew everything; in fact, he was very proud. "Yes! My dad said so."
"Only I learned the skill."
Si Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Did you know that your father exchanged his life for Wang Laoliu's?"
Simazi was taken aback, lowered his head warily, and muttered to himself, "It has nothing to do with me, he did it all."
Listening to it like this, there was an unusual sense of resentment.
Jiang Nuo and Si Yan exchanged a glance, then dropped the subject. Jiang Nuo casually patted Simazi on the shoulder, "Since we're going to light the lamps, let's hurry up."
"Yes, yes, turn on the lights."
Simazi's wrinkled face twitched twice, then suddenly returned to normal as he pulled a candle out of his tattered bag.
He held the candle and paused, then asked, "Which side is the southeast corner?"
Everyone: "..."
The leader, Da Zhu, couldn't hold back any longer, " Simazi! Are you kidding us?! You're just a half-baked expert!"
Si Yan pursed her lips, remaining silent, and pointed in a direction.
As luck would have it, just as Simazi found the southeast corner, he discovered a handful of water being held firmly in the palm of a general's statue.
He glanced at it a couple more times, thinking that Jiang Nuo and the others must have seen it earlier, so he didn't think much of it and lit the candles in the corner.
The candle had just been lit, and despite the lack of wind in the tomb, the flame flickered and went out in less than ten seconds.
Everyone could see that it didn't seem to have gone out naturally; the candlelight was just swaying to one side, clearly indicating that it had been blown out!
The tomb was unusually quiet; the only sound was the pounding of one's own heart and the sounds of others' hearts.
Zhang Linsan swallowed hard. "Maybe... we shouldn't open this coffin?"
The others nodded in unison in agreement.
Jiang Nuo chuckled, rolled up her sleeves, and stepped forward. "As long as it can't be blown out, I'll do it."
He walked to the candle, his left eye darting slightly to the side, and he frowned slightly.
I'm certain the ghost blew it out, but I can't see it myself.
Either their strength is too weak to form a soul body, or they are too powerful and are hiding in this dense yin energy... playing pranks.
Jiang Nuo still wanted to believe the former.
He ran two fingers across the candle wick, and for a moment the flame flickered and illuminated his handsome face.
"It can't be allowed to go out now."
Jiang Nuo smiled slyly, clapped her hands, and sat back down.
No sooner had I left than a ghost from the shadows came close and began to blow.
Blow... blow, but you can't blow it out!!
The ghost was shocked.