Live treasure appraisal: Netizens asked me how to open the bronze door

Chapter 131: It’s neither a ghost wall nor a soul-hanging ladder, so what is it?

"Ancient soldiers?"

Zhang Xuan frowned.

“There’s more ahead!”

The camera of the mobile phone swayed across the figures of the Third Master and his companions. The flashlight illuminated the front, and they saw white skeletons with tattered military uniforms twisted and tangled together!
"At least one regiment of people died here!"

Zhou Cheng's uneasy voice came.

Zhang Xuan's face darkened completely.

These bones are really weird!
"Cough cough!"

Terry supported himself against the wall with one hand, his face turned as red as liver, and there were two lumps on his temples.

"Made!"

"I feel like I'm hanging from the beams!"

He turned around and looked at the Third Master whose eyes were bloodshot: "Third Master?"

Seeing the Third Master shaking his head at him, it means everything is fine.

He took a deep breath and said, "So many people died here. Could it be that it's really as unclean as my nephew said?"

The Third Master waved his hands and took a few deep breaths: "Whether clean or dirty, you have to get out!"

As he said this, he looked up at Zhou Chengdao, who was holding up his phone and taking photos from multiple angles in the pile of bones: "What did Brother Zhang Xuan say?"

Zhou Cheng turned his head and said, "Brother Xuan told me to keep going."

Terry's eyes widened: "Still going forward?"

Zhou Cheng nodded: "Yeah!"

Terry frowned and stretched out his hand to Zhou Cheng: "Give me the phone."

"I'll tell him."

Zhou Cheng pointed the phone at him, only to see an empty chair in the live broadcast room.

"Just went out, said he would be back soon."

The Third Master held onto the wall and stepped over the pile of bones. He heard a heavy breath and said, "Let's go."

Terry and the tall and thin man both shook their heads when they saw this, but still followed with difficulty.

"Third Master, if there is no exit ahead."

"Once we run out of energy, I'm afraid we'll just die."

The tall and thin man walked and talked.

Terry: “Yeah!”

The Third Master had a dark face, a bead of sweat hanging from the tip of his nose, and his eyes were frighteningly cold: "Of course I know!"

"but."

"You'll die if you stay here!"

He glanced at the two of them and said, "Talk less and conserve your energy. You will have a better chance of getting out alive."

The two men kept silent.

More than ten minutes later, several people stopped and saw two identical forks in the road at the end of the flashlight beam.

“It’s still the same.”

The Third Master stopped and his eyes dimmed. After a moment, he took a deep breath and looked at Zhou Cheng: "Is Brother Zhang Xuan back?"

Zhou Cheng shook his head.

The atmosphere became quiet.

"Ignore him!"

"Damn it, I don't believe this damn place can really trap me to death!"

"continue!"

The Third Master walked forward slowly, holding a flashlight.

Five minutes later, the three arrived at the intersection.

I shone the flashlight left and right, but the light still couldn't reach the bottom. There was no difference between the two roads.

The Third Master gritted his teeth, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "Go to the left this time!"

Zhou Cheng and the other two seemed to have completely given up hope and nodded woodenly.

"Squeak~"

Suddenly, a sound of friction on the floor tiles came from the phone.

He picked up his phone in surprise, only to see Zhang Xuan, who had not appeared for a long time, dragging a conference whiteboard in front of the computer.

"Wait a moment!"

Before he could open his mouth, he saw Zhang Xuan shouting at the camera.

The Third Master turned his head in surprise: "Here you are?"

He looked at the live broadcast room in Zhou Cheng's hand, and was a little confused when he saw Zhang Xuan organizing the meeting whiteboard.

"What is he doing?"

Zhou Cheng shook his head.

Terry scratched his head: "Meeting?"

Zhang Xuan in the camera seemed to have heard what they said and said to them, "Are we at the intersection again?"

Zhou Cheng nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Brother Xuan!"

“It’s exactly the same as before!”

Zhang Xuan in the camera didn't seem surprised, he just said calmly: "You guys are probably stuck in a maze."

Zhou Cheng and the others' faces changed drastically. He tilted his head and looked at the Third Master: "Third Uncle, what is a ghost wall?"

The Third Master's face froze: "Huh~"

"I was thinking about this just now, but I didn't dare to say it out loud for fear of affecting the morale of the troops."

The three of them widened their eyes.

I only heard the Third Master say with a sullen face: "It was the little devil who led the way!"

"You keep leading people into the ditch!"

"If you run into this thing, you'll never get out of it in your life."

The expressions of the three people changed drastically.

"When I say ghost wall, I don't really mean there are little ghosts leading the way!"

"It's just a description of the agency."

"Don't get me wrong!"

Zhang Xuan frowned slightly: "You should have some kind of maze here!"

The four people's frightened eyes suddenly lit up.

Terry laughed and said, "I knew there would always be a way out!"

"It's good that it's not a ghost wall!"

Zhang Xuan nodded: "If the little devil really led the way, there would be no need for so many forks in the road. One road would be enough to trap you to death."

The Third Master took a deep breath and looked expectantly: "What is that?"

Zhang Xuan knocked his head: "Hanging Soul Ladder?"

The third master's face changed drastically: "Hiss~"

"Hanging Soul Ladder?"

Tai Li saw that the Third Master's face was even uglier than before, and his heart tightened: "What is the Hanging Soul Ladder?"

The Third Master's face turned pale: "Legend has it that it is a mechanism that shouldn't exist in this world!"

Terry's eyes widened: "Ah!"

"This world shouldn't exist!"

"Is that scarier than a ghost?"

The Third Master let out a long breath: "That's right, it's ten times more terrifying than a ghost wall!"

"At least there is a way to break through the Ghost Wall, but the Hanging Soul Ladder is a dead end!"

"Going in is like having one foot in the gate of hell!"

Terry closed his eyes: "That's it, it's all over!"

Zhang Xuan in the camera seemed not to hear it. He shook his head slightly and said to himself with a puzzled look: "It doesn't seem right either."

He tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers: "People who enter the Hanging Soul Ladder will feel like they are climbing up the stairs all the time, but every once in a while they will find themselves back to the starting point!"

"It's like the Klein bottle in four-dimensional space. The three-dimensional brain simply can't understand the principle."

"That's why there's a rumor that the Soul-Hanging Ladder is the gate to hell."

"But in fact, the Soul-hanging Ladder is actually a mechanism created using visual illusions and reference objects."

"If you're not aware of visual errors, your brain will continue to be deceived."

“Of course I can’t get out!”

"So, it's unlikely to be the Hanging Soul Ladder."

After hearing this, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a false alarm, a false alarm!
Zhou Cheng couldn't help but complain: "Brother Xuan, could you please finish what you want to say in one breath?"

"I'm young and can still handle it, but I'm afraid Third Uncle's heart won't be able to handle it."

The Third Master took a deep breath, and his face regained a little color: "It's okay!"

"As long as there is a way out!"

He then frowned again, somewhat puzzled, "But, if it's neither a ghost wall nor a soul ladder, then what is it?"

Zhang Xuan's eyes were blank, and he blinked as if thinking: "What is it?"

“I can’t give an accurate answer for the moment!”

"But, one thing is certain."

"The place you are in must be a more difficult and complicated mechanism than the Ghost Wall and the Hanging Soul Ladder!"

After hearing this, Zhou Cheng was completely desperate. "It's harder than the Ghost Wall, and more complicated than the Soul Ladder?"

"Brother Xuan, you can actually just tell us that we are dead!"

Terry seemed unable to bear this blow, so he took out his dagger and wiped it: "Forget it, I'll just commit suicide!"

The Third Master, whose eyes had completely dimmed, suddenly grabbed Terry's hand.

Terry sighed and put away the dagger: "Third Master."

"I just want to express my despair at the moment, I'm not really going to commit suicide!"

"It is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death, don't worry!"

But the Third Master shook his head: "I don't care whether you want to commit suicide or not."

Terry: “?”

He shone the flashlight to the left and right, and twisted skeletons appeared in the light spots.

"I'm concerned about whether they commit suicide!"

Several people's hearts trembled.

(End of this chapter)