"Good, good... really good... In the end, after being tortured so miserably, I still have to be your cannon fodder??" Yuan Hong actually turned to run, but hadn't even taken half a step.
He was pulled back like a hapless fool by Qing Li's spider silk, manipulated into the coffin.
Yuan Hong could only resign himself to fate and sat down in the coffin. "Big sis, you haven't been into my master's tomb, how do you know about the mechanism inside the coffin? Even I don't know about it!!"
"I guess the mechanism inside the coffin is likely a common feature in tomb raiding movies, the 'Hate Light Child'."
I snapped my fingers confidently as if replacing Qing Li and said, "As soon as the mask is taken out, the weight inside the coffin lightens, triggering mechanisms like quicksand, right, Granny?"
Since it's only by removing the mask that the Bronze Gate can be opened.
If I were the tomb owner, I would definitely design such a mechanism called 'Hate Light Child' inside.
