Chapter 674

The entire basement was silent, with only his own rapid and irregular breathing audible.

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Suddenly, a huge flash of inspiration struck Fang Yang's mind.

He opened his eyes abruptly, a fiery and determined light bursting forth from his gaze. This was a brilliant idea!

Fang Yang immediately shared his thoughts with the netizens in the livestream room. The netizens were incredibly excited, one after another suggesting various ways to open the coffin via the bullet screen.

Shine special light on the coffin! one viewer suggested in the bullet screen.

Right! Use 3D scanning technology to scan it! Maybe we can find clues to open the coffin! another viewer immediately responded.

Or we need to use some chemicals to dissolve the coffin's seal! one viewer expressed their opinion.

He took a deep breath, deciding to act according to his original idea. Fang Yang's move toward the coffin aroused the assistant's curiosity.

He couldn't help but lean toward the museum curator and ask in a low voice: "What if it really is Qin Shi Huang inside?"

The museum curator took a deep breath and replied with a smile: "Facts are not always as we wish."

The assistant frowned, hesitating as he asked: "Mr. Museum Curator, what do you think might be inside the coffin?"

His voice trembled slightly, as if worried that the curator's answer would shatter the fantasy he hoped for in his heart.

The museum curator replied thoughtfully.

"Perhaps it is Qin Shi Huang, or perhaps it is not. There are too many mysteries and unsolved riddles in history; we cannot be certain of the facts."

"But regardless of what it is, we should give our all to explore, discover, and respect history."

His voice was solemn and grave, revealing a pursuit of historical truth and respect for historical dignity.

The assistant showed an expression of agreement after hearing the museum curator's words.

This museum curator's thoughtful and wise attitude made them feel admiration.

In such a solemn occasion, everyone felt respect for history and the pursuit of truth. Fang Yang gripped the shovel in his hand, his gaze fixed on the coffin, his heart filled with tension and anticipation.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the ground, making a crisp sound.

Time ticked away second by second, and the coffin remained as still as stagnant water, without the slightest movement.

Fang Yang felt his heartbeat begin to accelerate; he wanted more and more to know if something was truly hidden inside the coffin.

History is so mysterious and full of unknowns; this curious and confusing puzzle was waiting for him to solve it.

Suddenly, the patterns on the coffin seemed to undergo a slight change.

Those fine and aged lines flickered faintly with a soft light under the dim, yellowish lamp.

Fang Yang's eyes lit up—wasn't this what he had been expecting?

He put down the shovel in his hand and gently touched the patterns carved with exquisite detail on the coffin's surface.

A cold yet smooth and delicate sensation spread throughout his body, as if a mysterious power was being transmitted from his fingertips.

Fang Yang's heart trembled slightly; he seemed to feel the ancient energy contained within the coffin. Fang Yang watched the cameraman tying his shoelaces, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck—he realized that shoelaces could also be a tool to solve the problem.

He quickly walked to the cameraman's side and asked with a smile.

"Can you lend me the shoelaces on your shoes? I have a method."

The cameraman looked at Fang Yang in confusion, but complied anyway.

After taking the shoelaces, Fang Yang pondered how to utilize this simple item.

"Do you know? Shoelaces can be used to open a coffin."

Fang Yang revealed a confident smile, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. When the cameraman handed him the shoelaces, Fang Yang was questioned by netizens.

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He put away his smile and calmly faced the netizens who were questioning his actions on the screen.

Do you think I am fooling you? Fang Yang said in a firm tone, his eyes revealing confidence and determination.

In fact, the poker cards and tree branches for lock-picking were demonstrations I intentionally showed everyone.

This time, using shoelaces to open the coffin will definitely not disappoint you!

In his words, Fang Yang displayed his mastery and confidence in the technique, and did not let himself be affected by the doubters.

He folded the shoelace into a small loop and then quickly threaded it through the keyhole on the coffin lid.

The netizens still did not believe this method could work; they mocked Fang Yang crazily in the comment section, and one after another expressed that this was just a flashy trick.

Some even accused Fang Yang of being slick in front of the audience.

Regarding this, Fang Yang remained unmoved. No amount of questioning could shake the confidence he held deep in his heart regarding his own abilities.

He aimed the camera at the keyhole, and the screen clearly displayed the process of his operation. Relying on his unique way of thinking and his proficiency in using shoelaces, Fang Yang carefully fiddled with the shoelace beside the coffin.

He adjusted his position and angle, constantly trying various possibilities.

Numerous netizens watched every move Fang Yang made with full concentration, and the scene fell into a silence.

Time passed second by second; half an hour went by, and Fang Yang still hadn't successfully opened the coffin.

Netizens began to doubt his ability, their words filled with sarcasm and mockery.

Some questioned whether he was just a con artist with many tricks, and others thought he was just all talk.

However, amidst the questioning, Fang Yang remained calm and confident.

He was not affected and continued to focus on fiddling with the shoelace. The cameraman carefully approached the coffin, his eyes fixed on the shoelace inside.

His hands trembled as he pressed the shutter, seeing that more than half of the shoelace had completely entered the interior of the coffin.

He could feel a cold, chilling aura emanating from the coffin, enveloping the entire room.

This feeling made him shiver involuntarily, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Fang Yang walked to the cameraman's side and warned in a low voice.

"Stay further away, this kind of scene is very dangerous. I cannot be sure what will happen inside." The cameraman carefully retreated ten meters away, his gaze never leaving Fang Yang and the coffin.

As he retreated, the atmosphere in the room became even more tense, as if an invisible force was quietly spreading.

After the cameraman stood still, he gripped the camera tightly with both hands, preparing to capture everything inside the coffin.

His heartbeat grew louder, and his throat felt as dry as if it were covered in dust.

Fang Yang stood where he was, his gaze fixed tightly on the coffin and the cameraman.

He could feel the cameraman's inner doubt and unease, but he knew with certainty that his decision was correct.

This scene was extremely dangerous, and unpredictable power was hidden within.

A faint sound of wind suddenly came from the room, like a call from the ancient era. The

cameraman felt his entire body surrounded by a biting cold wind, making him shiver. But just at this moment, people watching the livestream in front of their TV sets began to question Fang Yang.

Someone said mockingly: "Fang Yang is clearly fooling the cameraman; there is no danger at all."

The audience began to discuss among themselves, suspecting that Fang Yang's actions were just a farce.

Facing the audience's questioning, Fang Yang remained silent.

He believed his actions would give everyone a shocking answer; it just required some patience to wait.

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Fang Yang pulled the shoelace hard, the coffin lid fell off, and the stirred-up dust obscured the coffin and Fang Yang's figure.

As Fang Yang pulled the shoelace hard, the cover plate at the bottom of the coffin suddenly detached from the coffin itself and quickly fell to the ground.

A loud bang rang out, kicking up dust that filled the sky.

The audience watched the dust fill the air, dumbfounded, unable to see what was happening inside the coffin.

At the same time, the netizens in front of their TV sets were also covered by the dust.

He squinted his eyes, trying hard to see what had happened.

He was anxiously worried about whether Fang Yang had encountered danger.

The moment the dust filled the air, the audience only heard the sound of countless sharp arrows piercing the air from inside the coffin, as if Fang Yang had been shot into a hedgehog.

Instantly, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The audience looked at this scene, their mouths agape in shock.

What they had expected was for Fang Yang to successfully solve the mystery of the coffin, but they hadn't expected such a thing to happen.

Many people felt a sense of pity in their hearts.

Meanwhile, the cameraman felt incredibly guilty. The cameraman stood where he was, stunned like a wooden chicken.

He looked up at the dust-filled tomb chamber, his heart filled with pain and guilt.

"It was me who killed him," the cameraman muttered to himself.

With a thousand thoughts racing through his mind, Li Zhou suddenly understood the reason Fang Yang had wanted to keep him away earlier.

He understood that Fang Yang was afraid that some unknown threat would drag him into it, which was why he had made that decision.

Li Zhou's heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife, and he felt deeply helpless.