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Chapter 405 - 405: A Heaven-Defying Trap! From 1800 Years Ago! Cao Cao l s Curse! (3)
Chapter 405 - 405: A Heaven-Defying Trap! From 1800 Years Ago! Cao Cao l s Curse! (3)
Chapter 405: A Heaven-Defying Trap! From 1800 Years Ago! Cao Cao l s Curse! (3)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A deafening cacophony echoed as a steel plate armed with spikes plummeted from above.
Boom!
A haze of dust rose, clouding the air.
“Cough, cough, cough!”
“Could this be weight-sensitive?”
“Only a weight around 100 taels could set off this mechanism!”
Luo Feng chuckled softly. Boss Cao’s cunning had certainly been proven. However, Luo Feng observed the steel plate, connected by a rope, ascend back to its original position in the next moment. The floor tiles similarly returned to their initial, innocuous state.
“Incredible… ! ”
“A self-resetting trap?”
Luo Feng, though astounded, had to acknowledge the spectacle before him. Such occurrences were generally limited to the realm of television dramas.
“L-Little L-Luo, what should we do? The trap has reset itself and we have yet to cross!” Gu Santong voiced his concern.
“Have no fear. We’ll let it fall once more, then I’ll sever the chain fastening the spiked steel plate,” Luo Feng responded, grinning.
The plan was straightforward. Prevent its reset, and the trap would cease to be.
Boom.
Striking the floor tiles with force mimicking a weight of over 100 taels, Luo Feng spurred the mechanism once more.
The steel plate crashed down in the ensuing moment.
Seizing this window of opportunity, Luo Feng unsheathed his Jungle Blade, and with one fluid sweep, severed the chain.
“What a knife!”
“Incredible!”
“The host’s machete never disappoints!”
Upon witnessing this, Gu Santong questioned, “Can we proceed now?”
The spikes were now oriented downward, and the rear of the steel plate appeared devoid of traps.
“Wait a moment, Mr. Gu. What is the substance smeared on the back of this steel plate?”
“Could it be…” Mr. Gu, a man of vast knowledge and experience, inhaled a slight whiff, “White phosphorus…”
“Indeed, Mr. Cao, I must concede my admiration. This mechanism is a series of traps! If we’re not vigilant, we risk being burned alive!” Luo Feng retorted.
“So, what’s our next move?” Gu Santong inquired.
“We simply wrap our feet with a wet cloth. The white phosphorus won’t combust then,” Luo Feng chuckled.
Both men hastily brought out some cotton cloth, dousing it with several bottles of mineral water. Following this, they meticulously tread over the steel plate.
It was evident that the white phosphorus had been mixed with a viscous substance. Direct contact would result in their soles becoming covered in it.
Should the next chamber present a frictional surface, the white phosphorus would ignite.
Paired with the fact that white phosphorus lay where they stepped…
They were in danger of being consumed by flames.
“This authentic tomb is far from elementary! When compared to the counterfeit tombs, the complexity of the traps is astoundingly superior! I’m amazed by how the ancients devised such reusable contraptions!” Luo Feng commented.
From then on, Luo Feng proceeded with extreme caution with every step.
Nonetheless, once they ventured into the subsequent stretch of the path, the floor tiles began to descend under Luo Feng’s footfall, despite his application of force equivalent to 100 taels.
Simultaneously, a clicking sound resonated.
In the next second, the clinking of chains reverberated from the walls and ceiling of the tomb.
“Damn! Could this not be weight-sensitive?”
“Perhaps shape-sensitive instead?”
Luo Feng instantly considered the prospect of ancient mechanisms that were not activated by weight, but by the shape of the force exerted. Such mechanisms were nearly impossible to entirely defend against.
What might this triggered mechanism unfold?
Was another object about to crash down?
After all, the sound of chains clinking was incessant and pervasive….