Professor Wang, who had been directing the rescue outside, heard that the door of the stone chamber was actually opened. The moment he saw Zhu Qingyan and Murong Jing come out safely, he finally sat down on the ground with a sense of relief.

With Xiao Zhu's talent, he will surely become the backbone of the entire archaeological community in the future.

If it ends here, not only will a precious life be lost, but it will also be a huge loss to the entire academic community and even the country!

The tomb-robbing gang headed by Xu Laoba was also caught on the spot by police officers.

The archaeological team finally returned to the camp at the foot of Yanhe Mountain. Zhu Qingyan was telling Professor Wang about his experience in the stone chamber and the mechanism.

She took out the parchment scroll. Professor Wang was also very puzzled after reading it and immediately summoned experts to identify it.

The identification results found that this parchment scroll may indeed be thousands of years old. The reason it has been preserved for so long is probably that it was processed using extremely special techniques.

But the identification experts are still puzzled:

"Based on the historical data we have now, it is impossible for such advanced anti-corrosion technology to exist in ancient China..."

At this moment, another piece of news came that shocked all members of the archaeological team.

After Zhu Qingyan and his companions escaped from the tomb, a group of experts stayed behind to study the stone gate mechanism, and found that -

The mechanism that controls the rise and fall of the stone gate actually uses the hydraulic principle!

This is also the reason why even an experienced tomb robber like Xu Laoba didn't figure out the mechanism at first.

They never imagined that there would be hydraulic devices in such an ancient tomb!

This discovery immediately silenced all the elite experts in the archaeological team.

Although there were simple applications of hydraulic principles in ancient times, the technology did not make any breakthroughs due to the lack of systematic theory.

Before Pascal's principle was proposed in the mid-17th century, such large, complex and professional hydraulic devices did not exist, and they were also used in ancient tombs!

For a moment, everyone even began to wonder whether this tomb was a prank by some modern person.

But soon, this speculation was overturned by professional scholars of stratigraphy.

A group of the country's top experts sat around a round table, each of them extremely worried and without any clue.

Finally, Professor Wang stood up and said, "Now that things have come to this, let's go to sleep."

Everyone then woke up from their dream and prepared to rest.

Zhu Qingyan finally had the opportunity to ask Professor Wang about Murong Jing's identity.

"Oh, I didn't have time to finish talking to you last time." Professor Wang pushed his glasses.

"After all, Yanhe Mountain is not very safe. To be on the safe side, I asked my friend to go through a lot of trouble to invite her here... Don't look at her young age, her skills are definitely top-notch."

Zhu Qingyan became even more curious and was about to ask, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Murong Jing walking towards him and Professor Wang with a smile on her face.

In his hand was a... book?

Murong Jing handed the book to Professor Wang, took out a pen and invited him to sign for her.

When Professor Wang took a look, he found that it was his latest book on archaeology.

He looked at Murong Jing with appreciation, feeling that it was a good thing for young people to love reading, and signed his name happily.

Murong Jing took it and looked at it, then read: "Professor, your name is Wang... Wang what? I'm sorry, this word is really..."

Professor Wang was stunned when he looked at his own artistic signature.

Zhu Qingyan quickly reminded: "Wang Qinghai."

"Oh, you have the same name as the author of this book!" Murong Jing grinned as if she had discovered the continent, and did not notice Professor Wang's increasingly strange expression at all.

Murong Jing looked at Zhu Qingyan again, handed her the pen, and asked sincerely:

"I felt that you were amazing and knew a lot. You must be a well-known figure in the archaeological world, right?

Can you sign it for me?"

Zhu Qingyan nodded somewhat stiffly, took the pen, and wrote down his name neatly.

But Murong Jing doesn't look like someone who is interested in archaeology, so why does she need her and Professor Wang's signatures?

Zhu Qingyan returned the pen and book to her.

"Zhu, Qing, Yan." Murong Jing recognized him at a glance and was very happy.

Zhu Qingyan looked slightly embarrassed when he heard her read out his name seriously.