Chapter 632: All That Fuss! In the End, It Still Comes Down to Mr. Zhang!

At this point, the crowd didn't suspect anything was off — they all knew what to do.

They took the rope, voluntarily formed two lines, and hauled outward with all their might.

Wang Kaixuan, however, didn't join in. He called Hu Bayi over and said, "Old Hu, come here. The two of us will push up along the seams of the arsenal to give them a hand."

【Will this even work?】

【If it were on flat ground, I feel like Captain Yang could pry the coffin lid open herself, but now.....】

【You've hit the nail on the head. This burial chamber is at most two meters high, and there's no point of leverage above — no one can stand up there, so you can't exert force from that direction.】

【Meaning the force they need to use has to be several times the usual.】

At this moment, the netizens weren't particularly optimistic about Team Two being able to pry the coffin lid open.

Wang Kaixuan's earlier words had been spot-on — after all, with no point of support, even if they managed to pry open the seam, they'd still be relying on brute force.

But just from the outside, one could tell this coffin — lid and all — probably weighed a ton, or even more.

Under such a resistance structure, the force required would be even greater.

"One, two, three!"

"One, two, three!"

The crowd at the back and the two at the front kept exerting themselves, calling out the count in unison.

But after more than a minute of effort, the coffin lid showed not the slightest sign of lifting.

Wang Kaixuan couldn't help but sigh and shake his head, saying, "Sorry, Captain Yang — I've let you down."

Yang Lu waved her hand and said, "It's not your fault. I was too impatient."

Before giving that order, Yang Lu had known there was a chance of failure.

So under such circumstances, she couldn't really blame Wang Kaixuan for anything.

After all, he hadn't come up with any better method either.

Wang Kaixuan scratched his head and suggested, "How about we try again? It's better than just standing around waiting — Mr. Zhang will be up any moment now."

Yang Lu thought it over for a few seconds, then nodded. The group gathered their strength once more, and another minute-plus dragged by.

The coffin lid didn't even show the faintest sign of budging.

【Sigh — looks like it's really not going to work.】

【Forget it, stop trying. It's touching to watch, but it really is pointless.】

【Now we can only count on Mr. Zhang — let's see if he can come up with a good way to open the coffin.】

【Strike the words "if he can" — Mr. Zhang will definitely come up with a way.】

Ten minutes passed quickly. Zhang Lin walked slowly onto the scene and struck the awakening block.

At this point, everyone looked up at Zhang Lin, but to his surprise, they all wore expressions of disappointment.

Zhang Lin hadn't been watching the livestream on his phone during his break.

It was no wonder he was caught off guard — Zhang Lin had never expected Team Two to choose this moment to open the coffin.

All of his subtle storytelling had been guiding Team Two along.

Yang Lu should have realized this long ago, so Zhang Lin had assumed they would wait until he finished speaking before opening the coffin.

Especially given how unusual this coffin was — under such circumstances, the usually cautious Yang Lu shouldn't have made such a choice.

"What's wrong with all of you?" Zhang Lin asked. The crowd forced wry smiles.

Someone immediately handed up a phone, and the scene of the coffin-opening was plainly displayed.

Zhang Lin couldn't help but laugh wryly, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Pointless."

A special coffin requires a special method of opening. Zhang Lin had been emphasizing the matter of the murals all along and had never mentioned this coffin at all.

Mainly, Yang Lu probably couldn't figure it out either — after all, the way the Mountain-Moving lineage opens coffins has always been like this.

It involves specialized equipment — something like a jack.

To pry the coffin open, except this kind of jack is gentler and won't damage any of the fine structures inside.

Upon hearing those three words, inside the New Moon Restaurant, the disappointment in everyone's eyes swiftly transformed into shock!

Someone hurriedly asked, "Mr. Zhang, does this coffin have some special way of being opened?"

Zhang Lin nodded without hesitation and said, "It all comes back to those six murals. You can't blame Captain Yang for this — this method of opening coffins is common knowledge for the Mountain-Moving lineage, and they did very well. But at this point, what they're doing is meaningless."

Having said that, Zhang Lin had expected someone to ask a follow-up question right away.

But the room fell silent — everyone simply stared at him intently.

Zhang Lin couldn't help but laugh and say, "That's not right — you should be asking me questions directly."

Someone instinctively swallowed and blurted out, "Mr. Zhang, are you going to drink water again?"

What a question!

If Zhang Lin had actually been drinking water at that moment, he probably would have sprayed it all out.

He laughed helplessly, shrugged, and said, "Fine, you win. Let's get back to the previous topic."

"To open this coffin, brute force is absolutely useless. Right now, there's only one thing that needs to be done."

Having said that, Zhang Lin lowered his head again and picked up his pen. This time, he drew six squares on the paper.

He then showed it to everyone. The crowd looked utterly baffled, but a few quick-witted ones hurriedly raised their hands and said, "Mr. Zhang, those six squares you drew — they don't represent the six murals, do they?"

Zhang Lin nodded directly and said, "Exactly. These are the six murals. Remember earlier, when Young Master Zhao was looking at the compass after discovering the tomb, I mentioned the Ziwei Star shining?"

"We remember. You said every great tomb must correspond one-to-one with the stars in the heavens."

"Exactly. What makes this coffin special is that it's fitted with a mechanism lock — even after several thousand years, such a mechanism won't decay."