Xiao Bailong was right. At this time, Chuyi was extremely weak in both body and soul. That old guy Ito Masahei was good at soul control techniques and took advantage of the situation. Chuyi had no way to go.

Don’t say that I was not with him when I ran to the cliff to check, even if I kept by his side, I might not be able to detect it.

The manipulated Chuyi took advantage of my unpreparedness and left quietly, but it is very likely!

This guy, Xiao Bailong, doesn’t like to use his brain, but if he thinks about any questions seriously, he can always find another way and make amazing words!

But in this way, all the problems revolve back to the origin.

Whether he was plundered or left on his own, where did he leave?

There was no detour in this cave at all. The path behind me had been cut off and cracked into a deep cliff valley. And I was on the edge of the cliff at the same time as the first day of the New Year, and I didn't notice it at all.

Behind the cave is the huge stone wall door.

But there is no other possibility apart from this. It can be seen that he must have entered here!

I grabbed the flashlight and looked toward the stone gate and said, "I have been here a long time ago. There is no restriction mechanism near the stone gate. There is nothing but the mark with the shape of the 'mouth' shape."

"The 'mouth' shape mark?" Han Laoliu seemed to remember something.

"Yes." I shine the flashlight in the middle of the stone wall.

The blood-red ‘mouth’ mark is extremely eye-catching in the center.

"Go over and take a look!" Han Laoliu stood up with some difficulty.

Miss Caiyun carefully supported him.

"Although the marks of the oral shape are rare, they have dozens of meanings in large and small size. If you look at them in a single list, you can't tell what it means at all." I said.

"No, this is not a symbol, but a number!" Han Laoliu glanced at it and said with certainty.

"Number?" I asked with some surprise: "What number?"

"Five!" Han Laoliu stretched out a slap, "This number represents five."

"A few years ago, when I was in the Far East, I accidentally discovered a secret military base, which was the secret stronghold for the Japanese Kwantung Army to explore Soviet intelligence. Judging from that situation, it should have been a sudden attack. The people inside were all unprepared for death and injuries. Most of the documents were taken away, but I picked up a small notebook under the wreckage of the landslide."

"That is the code code for contact between the Japanese Kanto Army and other organizations like the Black Dragon Society, and there is a record of this symbol."

"This symbol is called the tic toe code."

"Tic toe password?"

"Yes!" Han Laoliu nodded and said, "Tic toes are also available in Japan, but they are called Hiragana. Although the pronunciation is different, the writing is the same. You can think of tic toes as cutting two knives from horizontal and vertical lines, and turning them into nine small pieces of three horizontal and vertical lines, each small piece is a number."

While talking, Han Laoliu drew a tic toe out of thin air and said: "Look, counting from top to bottom, this L-shaped is 3, missing a vertical mouth character on the left is 4, missing a 6, and missing a 7-shaped position is exactly 7, and the tic toe is divided into nine pieces, each piece is a number, and the square in the middle is exactly five! If you add a dot or make a fork, it means 0."

"Lao Liu, are you crazy?" Xiao Bailong suddenly interrupted: "When did the Japanese Kwantung Army happen? When this ancient tomb was built, the Japanese devils were no different from the savages. They couldn't eat enough, had no words, and had no thoughts. What code should I study!"

Han Laoliu glanced at him and said, "Numbers are numbers, and words are words. This is not a concept. As early as the oracle bone inscriptions appeared, what did the ancestors in ancient times use to record things? Knots and ropes to record things! The initial purpose was not to record what matters, but to record the quantity of food. Numbers were invented much earlier than words."

"Also, the purpose of this tic toe was indeed passed down from China, but this tic toe symbol has a lot of history in Japan. If you look at ancient Japanese relics, many of them have tic toe patterns. Maybe the Japanese in ancient times discovered the wonderful uses of tic toe much earlier than those of the Black Dragon Society, and they might even regard this character as a primitive number."

"Even if that's the case, you guessed it, there's no evidence at all." Xiao Bailong still didn't believe it.

"There is evidence!" Han Laoliu said extremely seriously: "Do you still remember? Shortly after entering the ancient tomb, I said that there should be nine passages here. The one we walked before, that is, the stone slab you smashed was printed with a missing edge."

"In other words, the fifth channel is in the middle of this channel. I encountered the Nine Yin Killing Formation before, and the one I encountered Caiyun was either 4 or 6."

"Okay, okay, you're right!" Xiao Bailong mentioned the incident of him smashing the stone slab again, and couldn't help but feel guilty and waved his hands repeatedly, "Even if the above is really five, what's the use? Can you open it?"

Indeed, although the shape of the "mouth" is only four strokes, it is said that it is a great idea to start with which stroke and to which direction it is to move.

Judging from the fierceness of the mechanism in front of this ancient tomb, as long as you are a little wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable. It will be too late to regret it at that time!

However, Han Laoliu did not look at Shibi, but turned around and asked me: "Where was Chu Yi lying before you left? Where did you head and feet look, and what position are you?"

"Here." I walked to the place where I disappeared from the first day of the New Year, lay down on the spot as I saw him at the last position and said, "That's it."

Han Laoliu nodded slightly and signaled that Miss Caiyun should not help him first, and slowly walked to me. He squatted down and looked around carefully, then slowly walked towards the door.

I stared at the door and looked carefully for a long time, then lowered my head and retreated step by step.

I noticed that every footprint of his is exactly coincidental.

After repeating this several times, the little white dragon couldn't help but shouted: "I said, what are you doing? Even if you can completely restore the place before leaving the first lunar calendar, it has nothing to do with cracking the mechanism, right?"

Han Laoliu waved his hand at him, pointed to the ground and said, "It's here, come on."

The little white dragon was stunned, then understood and waved his hand.

As a icy air rushed out, the ground was covered with a thin layer of white frost.

Han Laoliu took out a paratrooper's sharp knife with a slash, and stabbed it into his chest suddenly.
Chapter completed!