One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"The Manifestation of Qimen Dunjia".

Wang Ye closed his eyes and murmured softly.

The dark blue Qimen Dunjia formations spread rapidly across the rugged ground like ripples on water.

Zhuge Qing was not idle either.

He squatted down and grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground.

I crushed it with my fingers, carefully feeling the texture of the soil.

"Although the blasting back then changed the surface, the course of the underground water veins will not be easily altered."

Zhuge Qing dusted off his hands, stood up, and looked at Wang Ye:

"Old Wang, is there a large area of ​​hollow barrier about thirty meters underground?"

Wang Ye closed his eyes, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he made a few quick calculations, a bead of sweat glistening on his forehead.

"There is."

He suddenly opened his eyes and pointed.

"Reliable!"

Zhang Chulan quickly ran over with a flashlight.

But when he got closer and took a look, the excitement on his face immediately faded by more than half.

It was a landslide area consisting of a mixture of large rocks weighing several tons and compacted soil.

Many trees have even grown on the surface.

"This...this is going to take forever to dig?"

Zhang Chulan kicked the unmoving boulder, then looked back with a pained expression:

"I say, you two fortune tellers, your predictions are accurate. But there are only four of us, and we don't have an excavator. Are we supposed to pry open this pile of rocks that's over ten meters thick with our fingernails?"

"Who said you picked it with your fingernail?"

A somewhat impatient voice drifted from behind the group.

Everyone turned to look.

It was only noticed that Feng Baobao had taken off her sports jacket at some point.

He casually tied it around his waist.

She shoved the half-bag of potato chips into Zhang Chulan's arms.

She clapped her two fair hands together, then spat into her palms and rubbed them vigorously.

Feng Baobao carried the gleaming shovel and walked to the pile of collapsed rocks.

"Step back a bit, don't block the dust."

She gave a brief explanation without turning her head.

Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and Zhuge Qing wisely retreated five or six meters and found a sheltered corner to squat down.

"Sister Bao'er looks like she's preparing to handcraft an excavator." Zhang Chulan swallowed.

Feng Baobao stood firmly on the ground with her feet planted firmly, her hands gripping the long handle of the shovel.

A condensed stream of Qi adhered to the shovel, causing the ordinary blade to flash with a sharp, cold light in the darkness.

"rise!"

Feng Baobao gave a soft shout.

The shovel was driven directly into a crevice in a rock that was about half a person's height.

Followed by.

She easily pried that huge rock, weighing several hundred kilograms, out of the ground!

It crashed onto the open ground with a loud thud.

"Holy crap..."

Wang Ye's eyelids twitched, and he almost spat out the goji berry tea he had just drunk onto his crotch.

But this is just the beginning!

Once Feng Baobao starts working, her speed is so fast that it's impossible to see her movements.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

The shovel flew up and down, even leaving afterimages in the air.

A layer of rammed earth containing soil, gravel, and tree roots.

Like rain, she continuously tossed it from the ground into the air, precisely piling it on the open ground on both sides.

She even had a perfect grasp of the curvature of the pit she dug.

A vertical hole with a diameter of two meters and smooth walls.

It is extending rapidly into the depths of the earth at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye!

Less than ten minutes.

Feng Baobao's head has completely sunk into the ground.

At the entrance of the hole, all that could be seen was soil flying out continuously, along with the rhythmic clanging sound of digging.

Gudong.

Wang Ye: "......"

Zhang Chulan: "......"

Zhuge Qing: "......"

While the three grown men were squatting up there, eating dust and marveling at everything,...

"when--!"

A heavy thud suddenly came from deep underground.

The sound was completely different from the digging noise just now, and it made the ground tremble.

"They've dug to the bottom?!"

The three of them perked up.

They quickly moved to the edge of the pit and shone their flashlights down.

"Zhang Chulan, there's an iron plate blocking it."

Feng Baobao's voice, slightly echoing, came from the bottom of the cave, which was more than 20 meters deep.

"I knocked on it, and it was hard; it was a big iron gate."

"Okay, Bao'er! Don't move, we're coming down right now!"

Zhang Chulan waved his hand.

The three of them slid down the steep earthen slope that Feng Baobao had dug out, like a slide.

Chapter 421 The Divine Fence Project Exposed: A Heinous "God-Making" Experiment!

The bottom of an underground pit more than 20 meters deep.

The damp, earthy smell was very strong.

Zhang Chulan slid down the muddy slope.

As soon as my heels touched the ground, I saw a large, rusty iron gate standing in front of me.

The gate was almost cast into the surrounding rock strata.

Japanese warning signs still remain on the surface.

However, it has been corroded by underground water vapor over the past few decades, leaving it mottled and indistinct.

"Chu Lan, this iron gate looks quite sturdy. There's probably an explosion-proof bolt inside."

Zhuge Qing shone a flashlight along the edge of the door crack:

"How about I get some gunpowder and set a directional explosion to detonate it?"

"Don't do that! This underground area is a landslide zone. If you blow it up, we'll all turn into terracotta warriors."

Zhang Chulan waved his hand and lifted the backpack on his back.

He stepped forward.

He reached out and patted the cold iron door, then turned and grinned at Feng Baobao:

“Sister Bao’er, take two steps back. I’ll handle this.”

talking.

Zhang Chulan pulled out the watermelon knife with his other hand.

He took a deep breath.

A pure white bolt of lightning quickly climbed up the blade from his wrist.

"Zi-"

Zhang Chulan gripped the knife with both hands, following the edge of the iron gate's gaps.

It cut smoothly from top to bottom.

The sound of lightning cutting through thick metal was particularly jarring in the narrow pit.

Sparks crackled and popped as they mingled with molten iron.

"Old Zhang, your skills are pretty good."

Wang Ye squatted down beside him, looking at the neat and uniform cuts, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up:

"With your cutting skills, you'll be unemployed anywhere in the future, but you'll definitely not starve if you work at a car repair shop."