The arrow traveled a distance and landed in the passageway.
Is anyone there?
Jiang Bai was startled and looked warily toward the gate.
After waiting for a while without the door opening, she stepped forward, tore off a piece of her hem, wrapped it around her hand, and picked up the arrow that had fallen to the ground.
The arrow is very well made; the arrowhead is made of fine iron, and there is a small mark on the arrowhead.
Jiang Bai held the torch up to her eyes and examined it carefully. It seemed to be a very complex traditional Chinese character, but for some reason, she felt that the character was somewhat familiar.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she pulled a silver lock from her bosom.
At the bottom of the silver lock, there is also a pattern that is exactly the same as the traditional Chinese character on the arrow.
Why are the patterns on Song's dowry the same as the markings on the arrow?
There is nowhere to hide in the passageway. As soon as you open that door, arrows will shoot out. There must be a mechanism behind the stone door.
Standing in front of the door again, Jiang Bai narrowed his eyes slightly.
She wasn't good at mechanical arts, but she refused to believe that the arrows inside the mechanisms could be inexhaustible.
Jiang Bai sneered, put the arrow he had shot earlier aside, stuck the torch in the ground, placed his hand under the stone door again, lifted it up with force, and shot the arrow. Jiang Bai let go and dodged.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh, a few more arrows appeared outside.
"Again."
The stone gate lifted, an arrow shot out, Jiang Bai dodged, and then the stone gate closed.
Over the course of the night, the stone gate rose and fell repeatedly, while the number of arrows on the ground increased. Jiang Bai fought with increasing ferocity, relentlessly pursuing his goal like the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains.
Down the mountain, Ji Yanwen was furious. Jiang Bai, the sixth sister, had locked the door when she left, and not only that, she had locked the windows too. But there was no chamber pot in the room where she slept, so Ji Yanwen sat hunched over on the bed, his cheeks flushed red.
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