"You... you're disregarding your own life... for money... huh..."
"No money, what's the use of this life?"
Secretary Jin pulled out a dagger and rubbed it up and down Old Ding Dalin's face: "Old thing, I'll give you one more chance."
"I'll open it... I'll open it..."
"Good, what's next?"
Secretary Jin let go, and Ding Dalin, clutching his neck, gasped for air before replying:
"Small temple tombs focus on confinement, large temple tombs focus on sealing. It's all done to nail whatever is suppressed inside right here. To open this kind of tomb, there is no other way but to use a brute force method to pry open a crack at the corner first and then pull it open with external force.
But I'm advising you, think it over, seriously."
"Heh, if you're scared, go find a place to hide upstairs, don't get in the way."
"Good advice falls on deaf ears..." Ding Dalin cast one last glance at the pit before climbing out, then out of the fishpond and onto the outside.
