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She stretched out her finger and pointed directly to the front of the main hall.

It was pitch black there, and the faint light of the fire could not penetrate it at all.

"There's a path there that leads all the way down," she said with a hint of interest. "And I have a feeling there's something good down there."

"So?" An Changqing asked calmly.

"So..." San Tai's smile widened, "I have a suggestion."

"How about a temporary truce?" She spread her hands, feigning innocence. "This place looks quite large. It's too boring to explore alone. It'll be more lively with a few more people."

"And..." she drawled, her eyes brimming with undisguised mockery, "If we encounter any danger, you can help me out, and I can lend a hand, can't I?"

Although the words were somewhat impolite, An Changqing had no other choice but to reluctantly say, "Deal."

After reaching an agreement, the group continued walking inside.

Walking at the very front was naturally Santai, who even had her hands behind her head, humming an unknown tune, looking quite carefree.

This relaxed attitude made An Changqing feel ashamed. Wasn't she worried about what would happen after she got out?

Knowing that such a big commotion had occurred here, the nearby management personnel would definitely rush over immediately, and there would certainly be a powerful figure in charge.

An Changqing admitted that the Three Platforms were indeed very strong, but they were not strong enough to look down on all the heroes in the world, were they?

What could the other side be relying on?

"We really just followed her like that." Long Ao said in a low voice, glancing back at her.

"Then why don't you go back the way you came?" An Changqing said without turning his head.

Long Ao felt a lump in his throat from those words, and the firelight on his fist flickered twice, illuminating half of his face red.

He knew An Changqing was right; since he was already here, how could he possibly turn back?

But following behind this crazy woman who was beating them to death made him feel extremely angry.

San Tai paused for a moment, glancing sideways at the back of his head out of the corner of his eye.

She's not deaf, yet Zhuque is chirping at her so loudly.

I didn't hit him hard enough just now. Humph, this kid isn't cute at all. Little Xuanwu is much better.

"Hey shorty, could your fireball be any brighter?" San Tai pointed to the darkness above, deliberately trying to cause trouble. "I've been afraid of the dark since I was a kid. It would be bad if I led you astray if I couldn't see the way."

Long Ao gritted his teeth, wishing he could smash the fireball in his hand directly onto the back of this woman's head.

In his excitement, the flames in his palm shot up three feet uncontrollably.

The corridor was brightly lit.

The whole picture, which was originally hidden in the darkness, was finally revealed.

Chen Guan squinted as he looked around, his hands in his pockets, gently stroking a small, furry tuft inside his pocket as if to conceal it with his clothes.

The little guy rolled over restlessly in the pocket and rubbed his head against Chen Guan's palm.

Chen Guan bent his fingers and scratched its chin twice, which calmed the little guy down again.

The corridor was wider than expected, and the floor was covered with polished bluestone slabs.

At intervals along both sides of the wall stand stone pillars as thick as two people can hug.

As the firelight licked across the wall, Chen Guan noticed the dense holes hidden beside the stone pillar.

Long Ao, who was walking in front, stepped onto a slightly raised stone slab.

Click.

A crisp sound was amplified infinitely in the deep corridor.

Long Ao's body tensed instantly, his right leg freezing in mid-air as if electrocuted, a layer of golden protective light rapidly flowing across his body.

The others also adopted a tense and wary demeanor, clearly terrified by the trickery; the noise they had just heard was simply a prelude to the triggering of a mechanism.

Three seconds passed.

Five seconds passed.

Apart from heavy breathing, there was no other sound in the corridor.

San Tai turned around, letting out a soft snort. She slowly walked to Long Ao's side and glanced down at the crushed stone slab.

She lifted her booted foot and casually flicked it a couple of times on the gravel.

"Alright, you can put away your protective aura now." San Tai bent down and picked up a piece of wood that was almost weathered into dust from the pile of rubble.

Long Ao stared at the broken wooden stick, his face flushing red and then turning pale. He slowly withdrew his stiff right leg and moved the fireball forward a little.

The firelight and the disc player cast shadows.

The ground was littered with various rusty metal fragments and rotten wooden components, their original appearance obscured by a thick layer of dust.

An Changqing stepped forward, half-squatted on the ground, and used the tip of his sword to pry open a pile of ash.

A rusty lump of metal was exposed, looking like a complex device made up of several meshing gears.

There's something down there.

An Changqing switched the sword to his left hand and held the metal lump in his right hand.

With a gentle effort, the metal of unknown material shattered into several pieces at his fingertips.

He looked up at the walls on both sides and above his head.

"Arrow holes, flaps, and hidden rockfall troughs."

An Changqing stood up and pointed to the mottled marks illuminated by the firelight.

His gaze followed the wall into the darkness, where the corridor was covered with traces of such artificial manipulation.

"This place was once filled with extremely sophisticated defense mechanisms," An Changqing said with amazement.

"Judging from the arrangement of these holes, even a high-level superhuman would be riddled with holes in an instant if they forced their way in."

"But now they're all useless," Chen Guan added at the opportune moment.

He looked at the mechanical wreckage on the ground, which turned to dust at the slightest touch.

Even the most sophisticated killing machine cannot withstand the erosion of time.

The exterior of the main hall is still relatively intact, but the interior has long been rotten and decayed.

"It's been around for at least several thousand years." An Changqing brushed the rust off his hand.

"I've only ever seen this forging technique in ancient museum displays," An Changqing concluded.

Suddenly, the three-channel team, who hadn't said a word, laughed.

Laughter echoed in the empty corridor, carrying an undisguised mockery.

"You students from Tsinghua University can't even understand the basics of historical dating?" San Tai toyed with the rotten wood in his hand, and with a gentle pinch of his fingertips, the rotten wood turned into a clump of ashes and scattered.

An Changqing was not annoyed at all, but instead asked, "In your opinion, what era is this a product of?"

San Tai walked to the wall and stopped his finger on a blurry mural mark.

"More than a few thousand years." The voice of the three men was no longer playful, but solemn in the firelight.

"Look at the weathering of this stone, and those rune carvings that are no longer in circulation in the modern world." She turned her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on An Changqing.

"This kind of self-circulating triggering device guided by psionic energy was lost at least before ancient times," San Tai said, making a startling statement.

"The origins of this place can probably be traced back to the Lost Era."