Chapter 1782: Rhythm is important! One wrong character and the whole game is lost!

【Why am I thinking of before again? This is the same principle as extracting the essence of the Corpse-Fragrant Konjac, right.】

【It's the same principle, but it's also not the same principle. The essence is different.】

【Do you think all the subsequent tombs will have similar methods? Hehe.】

【Then why don't you go to the Crescent Hotel and try to see if you can analyze the situation ahead?】

【Aren't you obviously just being argumentative? I'm not questioning Mr. Zhang's ability.】

【If you're not questioning, then stop nagging. Don't you just want to say that the current situation appearing frequently seems very simple.】

【Simple? I don't think so. The reason why there are similar situations among these three is because this matter itself is connected.】

【That's right. The relationship between the upper and lower parts of the Dragon Bone Heavenly Book and the Muchen Bead is progressive.】

【That sounds like human talk. The core point is here. Since the relationship is progressive, it's reasonable for similar mechanisms to be hidden in their tombs.】

【Stop farting. What do you mean by similar mechanisms? Can you explain the principles of these mechanisms?!】

【Ultimately, only Mr. Zhang can see the situation in this.】

Whether it was those trying to test and raise questions, or those blindly praising Zhang Lin, these bullet comments now tended toward one point.

That was whether the Second Archaeological Team could successfully complete subsequent matters. Their words intentionally or unintentionally revealed such worry. Because of this worry, they discussed the mechanism itself.

In their view, if they couldn't interpret such text, leading to some imbalance, they wouldn't be able to open this door.

After all, the things they could use were limited. How big was the Dragon Bone Heavenly Book?

Accompanied by that kind of red mist, it would constantly produce chemical reactions and then be extracted into ink. This was equivalent to ammunition. How much could they save?

Once written wrong, even if this thing could be supported infinitely, could the things on that door really be erased?

Perhaps every wrong stroke would be accompanied by corresponding danger.

Thinking of this, someone at the Crescent Hotel raised their hand and asked: "Mr. Zhang, what if it's written wrong?" ===== CHAPTER 1783 =====