The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

"We can't let this bug get to us!"

Song Nian's voice sounded like he was talking to himself, but also like he was warning others.

The professor was stunned.

But thinking that she was just a little girl after all, it was normal for her to be scared. He felt a chill down his spine when he saw this scene.

"How is it, are you scared?"

The professor saw beads of sweat on her forehead and suggested that she should either stop or skip this part.

Song Nian refused.

"There are vines over there. Could it be that he's climbing up them to avoid these maggots?"

The professor gave her an admiring look, "What a clever girl."

The professor said, "That's right. If someone who breaks in gets caught by a bug and falls into the abyss in panic, they'll either die from the fall or be nailed to the sharp wall. So, they can save themselves by jumping onto the vines."

Song Nian couldn't take out his cell phone to take a picture for Qi Yu to see at the moment, so he could only describe the location accurately.

"There's a vine in the southwest. Grab it and you'll be able to save yourself and avoid the poisonous insects." To avoid the professor's suspicion, she deliberately added, "But how do you get up to such a high place?"

"That's right. Modern people like us simply can't get up there without tools, and with so many checkpoints, large machines are even more inaccessible. So when we got here, the archaeologists didn't take any more risks, but instead used an aircraft to record the entire process."

The scene changed, and the vine was about ten feet high, and the vines were covered with thorns. It was obvious that even if you jumped up and caught it, your hands would be hurt by the thorns.

But the aircraft could only record images through video, and without any human contact, it had no idea that after hearing Song Nian's reminder, Qi Yu jumped and grabbed the vines.

And the next moment, the vine seemed to have consciousness and began to shake violently, trying to throw him off.

The vines began to descend rapidly at an extremely fast speed.

In short, he must be brought into the abyss of sharp knives filled with poisonous insects.

How could Qi Yu let himself die here?

He didn't care about the blood on his hands, and climbed up quickly with all his strength, fighting a final battle with the vines.

Finally, before he ran out of strength, he defeated the vines and stood on a stone wall several dozen meters high, where there was a small niche.

"That's right. Since the archaeologists couldn't go up, we couldn't conduct a physical investigation. We could only accurately photograph every corner of the tunnel. Ultimately, we determined that through this narrow niche, we could enter the Beiling Imperial City."

At this moment, the picture is frozen on the alcove.

The smooth little niche stood there like a small stone door, with no protrusions or depressions above, below, left or right, and no mechanism could be seen.

The entrance to the cave is narrow, with a small extended platform in front that seems to be only large enough for children to enter and exit.

"I really don't know whose brain came up with this place."

Song Nian couldn't help but curse. She used the excuse of consulting the professor to ask Qi Yu, "How do we get into this niche? Can people stand here safely?"

Qi Yu stood on the extended platform, looking at the smooth stone door in front of him, and realized that Nian'er was asking him.

He turned his head to look at the abyss below him. If he wasn't careful, he would fall in. Then he looked at his hands covered in blood. It hurt like needles, and he could only groan.

"We've reached the stone gate. It looks like we'll reach Beiling Imperial City after passing this point, but this gate looks very difficult to break through."

Song Nian's heart was in his throat.

She looked up and heard the professor say, "It's indeed a very ingenious design. Although there are many mechanisms and it cost us our lives, these ingenious features can be used in special modeling techniques in the future. What we architecture students lack most is fresh circuits."

The professor said, "Since we haven't tried it yet, we're unsure how long a person can stand on this extended platform. There are several traps ahead, but I suspect it'll be difficult to deal with once it reaches the end. It might even collapse suddenly after bearing the weight."

Song Nian was shocked.

She felt that what the professor said made a lot of sense, and she hurriedly reminded Qi Yu: "If this extended platform falls or suddenly shortens, the person will fall down."

When Qi Yu heard the prompt, he immediately looked up and saw something unusual.

There is a small gap between the countertop and the joint.

It seems that the countdown begins the moment a person stands here. Is it one stick of incense, half an hour, or even shorter?

Qi Yu thought about it and couldn't help but admire the ingenious ideas of the people of Beiling.

It seems he has to hurry up and score.

Even if death was waiting for him on the other side of the door, it would be better than falling down and being eaten away by thousands of insects.

"But where is the mechanism of the door?"

Professor Song Nianhe carefully observed the stone gate and found nothing suspicious.

"Student Song, why are you so curious about the Beiling Tunnel?"

The professor asked the question he had always had in mind.

Because she was saving people.

Save her man.

Song Nian glanced at his watch and knew that the professor was pressed for time. After taking a picture of the last frame, he thanked the professor again.

"Maybe I've been curious about these weird things since I was a kid. I'm sorry to have taken up your time, Professor. Thank you."

The professor has a fondness for studious children, especially those who are both generous and polite.

"How about this? Let's have a competition. Before I board the plane, we'll see who can find the mechanism of the stone door first?"

Although no prizes were mentioned, I feel very lucky to be able to gamble with industry leaders.

"Okay."

Only, it wasn't just the two of them, it was three.

After saying goodbye to the professor and leaving the office, Song Nian saw that Zhou Hui was still waiting outside the door.

"I was worried someone might disturb you. Is that resolved?"

Zhou Hui saw that her expression was much more relaxed than before. She shrugged her shoulders, put her hands in her trouser pockets, and walked away.

Song Nian stared at his back in a daze. Just as she was about to say something, someone suddenly called her from the end of the corridor.

"Song Nian, find a place to hide quickly! Your weird relatives are blocking you at the school gate again!"

It's roommate.

Last time she was sitting in the passenger seat, she saw with her own eyes that Li Qiang caused a scene at school, and now she still has a psychological trauma.

Seeing that scene again today, she hurried over to inform her.

"It wasn't the same group as last time. It was a woman in her forties. She was holding a photo of you when you were little. She said she was your aunt and wanted you to pay her alimony. Anyway, she made quite a scene at the school gate. You better find a place to hide."

After hearing what his roommate said, Song Nian was overwhelmed.

It seems that this aunt will not give up until she reaches the Yellow River.

But if he kept pestering her at this time, she would have no way to solve the problem, as Qi Yu's life and death was at stake.

"You go ahead and do your thing. I'll go for you."

Zhou Hui, who had clearly walked far away, turned back at some point.

Seeing Song Nian's distressed face, he walked ahead and said to his roommate, "Where is he? Take me to see him."