Chapter 133: A small man, but a big temper
Zhang Moyu said as he looked around.
Because many members of the tribe had to place a sacrificial altar in one place after their death to suppress evil spirits, in order to make it easier for later generations to come and investigate the suppression situation, Zhang Jiajian’s sacrificial altar must not have only one exit.
There is only one door here that they came in through, so the other door should be hidden under the mechanism.
The others scattered around to explore and soon found the location of the mechanism.
"The exit mechanism is on the top."
There is a flat piece of rock above my head, and I can vaguely see something engraved on it.
However, the top is very high from the ground, there are no climbing points on the surrounding stone walls, and it is from top to bottom and from narrow to wide, so it is not easy for them to get up.
Zhang Moyu estimated the height in his mind, looked around at the people around him, and then set his eyes on Zhang Molan.
"Are you going or am I going?"
Zhang Molan knew what method he was talking about. Recalling Zhang Moyu's previous skills, he glanced at him with distrust, the meaning was self-evident.
"Let me do it. If you don't make it, I'll have to do it again. Then you'll lose face. Why bother?"
Zhang Moyu: “…”
Subconsciously touching the whip wrapped around his waist, Zhang Moyu began to think about whether he could find an opportunity to hang this man on a tree as a decoration.
Zhang Molan didn't pay attention to his little tricks and gestured to Zhang Zhiyi, Zhang Zhixuan and Zhang Benchu, who were better at fighting. The three of them immediately understood what he meant.
Zhang Zhiyi and Zhang Zhixuan were a few meters apart, standing directly under the ten mechanisms, standing firmly in a horse stance with their hands crossed in front of them.
Zhang Molan and Zhang Benchu simultaneously made a short sprint, using Zhang Zhiyi and the other man's momentum to jump up.
In mid-air, when he felt his strength was exhausted, Zhang Molan borrowed strength from Zhang Benchu and bounced a second time, only then did he manage to grab a protruding stone on the top of the stone.
Zhang Benchu, who was falling faster and faster, also flipped in the air to relieve the force, and then landed gracefully.
Zhang Molan frowned as he looked at the mottled and almost invisible hexagram on the mechanism, which had been worn away by someone.
After reaching out and touching it, knocking and hitting it, and carefully feeling the vibration feedback, Zhang Molan already had an idea in his mind.
He touched the edge of the smooth stone, rubbed his hand twice in an inconspicuous gap, and the next moment, two fingers were inserted into it.
Feeling the gear behind the stone, Zhang Molan turned it carefully and sighed in his heart.
If he had the right tools, he wouldn't have poked a hole with his hands.
The pulse-fingering magic finger is indeed immune to water and fire and indestructible, but the side effect of its high sensitivity is sharp mental perception and high pain perception.
To put it simply... his hands hurt!
Zhang Molan had a blank expression on his face. After hearing the tiny gears being triggered one after another and confirming that the mechanism had been opened, he quickly pulled his hand back.
As the mechanism was activated, Zhang Molan found that the area where he was seemed to be vibrating a little, and dust began to fall sparsely around him.
Sensing something was wrong, Zhang Molan thought he had messed up the mechanism and turned it into a trap. He simply let go and let himself fall freely.
Less than half a second after he let go, the area he was clinging to collapsed, and half-human-sized rocks fell down one after another.
Seeing that Zhang Molan was about to fall to the ground and could not escape, Zhang Moyu pulled out his whip and swung it over there.
As if he had practiced before, Zhang Molan quickly grasped the other end of the whip, and then let the force continue unabated, throwing himself out.
The two of them cooperated very well. After the rumbling big rocks fell, everyone found that the pile in the middle contained not only rocks, but also many gears and levers with a metallic luster.
Looking up again, I saw a big hole at the top. I could vaguely see irregular pits of various sizes on the inside of the car in the darkness, as well as a mechanical support that stretched between the stones.
Obviously, it was unknown whether Zhang Molan had turned the wrong mechanism, but there was obviously something wrong with the mechanism, and now the whole thing fell down when it moved.
"It's not that it's been neglected. The hexagrams on the stone slab have been erased. Someone tampered with the mechanism before us."
Zhang Molan told what he saw, and when he thought about the reason why these people were lying there, he added another sentence.
"It must have been done by those flat-haired bastards. They love nothing more than to cut off someone's retreat."
Zhang Moyu agreed with what he said in his heart.
Seeing that the horizontal main rod of the mechanism was still intact and embedded between the stone walls, looking very solid, he gave Zhang Qiling a look.
Zhang Qiling nodded slightly, then took out the flying claw from his bag.
Aim and throw.
The flying claw hooked onto the main pole accurately. Zhang Qiling pulled it hard, and after confirming that it was firm, he nodded to the others.
"Chief, I'll go explore the way first."
Zhang Zhixuan bowed and then climbed up first.
With a few leverages, he easily climbed to the top and saw that there was only a deep passage on the upper level. He didn't find any danger around. Zhang Zhixuan made a gesture downwards, then loosened the rope and jumped to the edge of the cave entrance.
After seeing the gesture he made, Zhang Qiling did not leave first, but turned his attention to Zhang Benling and the others.
Several people, including Zhang Moyu, went up one after another at Zhang Qiling's signal. In the end, only he and Zhang Molan, who had originally planned to be the last one, were left.
Seeing that the young clan leader's gaze finally fell on him, Zhang Molan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked Zhang Qiling up and down with ambiguous eyes, and chuckled.
"I'll cover the rear, Chief, you go up first.
Or maybe you can't climb up, or your posture is not good, so you want to be the last one to climb up to avoid embarrassment? Then do you want me to help you?"
Zhang Molan's words made people want to sew his mouth shut. When he was arguing with others, he didn't care about their identities at all.
Zhang Qiling looked at him with a somewhat cold look, then his eyes moved slightly and he nodded slightly at him.
Before Zhang Molan could react to what he meant, Zhang Qiling took a few quick steps, then jumped up, using the momentum from his shoulders to leap a long distance, grabbed the rope, and then quickly slid up.
Zhang Molan touched his shoulder that had just been stepped on, straightened his bones with two clicks, and smiled upwards.
This young patriarch is quite interesting.
Although he looks young, he has a bad temper.
However, having a temper is a good thing. People who dare to show their temper must have the corresponding capital.
This action made him realize that Zhang Qiling should not be a tool supported by Zhang Moyu, at least not entirely, so he felt relieved.
Although he believed that even if Zhang Moyu was still in power, he would not do anything to him, as they were all devoted to their family.
But not attacking him doesn't mean I won't cause trouble for him.
What if Zhang Moyu dislikes him and always finds fault with him and makes things difficult for him?
Then he would have to consider whether to seize power or alienate the relationship between the two, which would surely cause a lot of trouble.
Zhang Molan, who had no self-awareness at all, never thought about the way he did things, his speaking habits, and his outstanding ability to stir up trouble.
Even if Zhang Moyu didn't report him, Zhang Qiling was a broad-minded person, and in the end he would still end up being bullied by the clan leader.
After the last person, Zhang Molan, came up, the group walked forward in the darkness, relying on the light of a single flashlight, each of them calmly and composedly.
Fortunately, these people are all experts with sharp hearing and eyesight, and can barely see things in the dark. If they were ordinary people, they would definitely walk in fear.
The two people of the "Zhi" generation led the way, followed by Zhang Qiling. The "minor" Zhang Benshan followed closely beside the head of the family.
Next came Zhang Moyu and Zhang Molan, who were guarding both sides, and the rest of the people followed behind.
Zhang Qiling noticed Zhang Benshan, who was only half a step behind him.
Although the other person also had a blank expression and a serious look, just like the others, Zhang Qiling always felt that Zhang Benshan's personal temperament did not match this expression at all.
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