"This is the seam."

Wiping the dust off his head, he pressed his hand on a spot on the wooden door and said.

Master Ji suddenly realized: "I almost forgot! Tianbao, you have an electric drill in your bag, give it to me."

It's a joke, this is my first time to rob a tomb with a gas cutter and an electric drill. If you don't know, you thought we were a contractor team, doing interior decoration and plumbing...

After blowing away the dust, Master Ji used an electric drill to remove the layer of tung oil on the surface. A gap was clearly exposed just where his finger pointed. From here, it can be seen that this arched wooden wall is indeed made of several pieces.

Very thick wooden boards put together.

The wood is so tight that even a piece of paper can't fit into the seam.

At first, the electric drill slipped and could not go down. Master Ji pressed the drill with both hands for a long time before he drilled a small hole into the crack.

No matter who it was, the owner of the tomb took great pains not to be disturbed.

It was so hard that the iron was drilled in. It took a lot of effort to drill out a small hole, which was as big as half a little finger.

"Old Ji, are you planning to light the cannon?" Tian Sanjiu asked.

He was busy without replying, wiped his sweat, and drilled three small holes along the seam. Each hole was not deep, just as deep as a little finger.

The four eyes are a certain distance apart from each other and are connected in a row.

"From now on, no one of you is talking, I can't be distracted."

After saying that, Master Ji took out an iron box from his bag, which was locked.

He opened the lock and carefully took out a brown glass bottle. I saw that there was a "Cough Syrup" sticker on the glass bottle.

This bottle is the advertisement often shown on TV, in which a leopard chases a beautiful woman in a skirt.

"Why are you chasing me? I need syrup urgently," that's it.

However, this bottle is not filled with emergency syrup, but a bottle full of potent nitroglycerin explosive.

Just this small bottle, if Master Ji's hand slipped and fell to the ground, would be enough to send everyone present away.

There is no need to bury him, because this is a ready-made tomb.

No one dared to express their anger, for fear of affecting him or for fear that his hands would slip.

Carefully unscrewing the bottle cap, Master Ji held the syrup bottle steady with one hand, reached into his arms with the other hand, and took out a small bag of something.

He bit it with his teeth and tore it apart. It turned out to be a condom.

"Pooh."

After spitting out the packaging bag, Master Ji bit one end and blew in two breaths.

After blowing up the condom a little, Master Ji swung it twice, turning the thing into a long strip.

Then, he opened the mouth with his thumb and index finger, picked up the syrup bottle, and poured it into it little by little.

The liquid slowly flows in, causing the end of the balloon to slowly bulge into a small package.

Don't know what's going on.
Chapter completed!