Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 345 - 183 Secret Message Box

Uncle Fu had mentioned before that Su Tianyang’s room had been renovated by him.

However, the details of it had yet to be investigated by Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.

The main reason was that the play "The Tragic Death of Yang Yizhi in Dongcheng" needed to be performed convincingly—the more realistic the performance here, the safer Yang Yizhi would be.

Thus, Su Mo had not returned to Ziyang Escort Agency for some time.

He had intended to check what sort of tricks Su Tianyang had up his sleeve in his room once the play was over.

But unexpectedly, Duan Song, who had been up to no good in the middle of the night, had ended up here...

He sneakily picked the lock of Su Tianyang’s room, quietly opening the door.

His gaze alertly swept around before he stepped inside.

He then turned around and instinctively closed the door behind him.

At this moment, Su Mo, carrying Yang Xiaoyun, floated down silently, lightly touching the ground with the tips of their toes to stabilize their figures.

Approaching the window, he extended a finger and gently poked a hole in it.

Peering through the hole, they saw Duan Song glance briefly at the door before heading straight for the southeast corner of the room.

Su Mo’s lips twitched, thinking if this guy dared to light a candle in this southeast corner, he wouldn’t worry about remaining hidden—he would have to go in and give him a good slap.

Fortunately, Duan Song did not do that...

He simply lightly tapped several times between two paintings on the southeast wall.

The rhythm was unique—three short taps followed by a long one, repeated three times.

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun exchanged a puzzled look, both wearing expressions of confusion.

Indeed, Jianghu had talented craftsmen who could create many marvelous hidden mechanisms.

Mechanisms activated by rhythmic tapping were not unheard of... but were extremely rare.

Su Tianyang’s own renovated room was not supposed to have such a clever mechanism.

And it seemed that was indeed the case.

After Duan Song tapped a few times, he waited silently... As seconds turned into minutes, nothing happened.

Duan Song thought for a moment, returned to the wall, measured the dimensions with his fingers, and was certain of the size before executing another set of actions.

...Still, nothing happened.

"This doesn’t make sense."

Duan Song was even more bewildered than Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun outside.

Muttering unconsciously, he mumbled, "Su Tianyang clearly said in the letter that between two paintings, there’s exactly three and a half inches. Tap with your finger, short then long, repeat three times.

"The mechanism would activate naturally... If it didn’t activate, one must kneel and kowtow before the bed, then the mechanism would reveal itself.

"However, such mechanisms in this world—how could there be any?"

Duan Song, puzzled, looked towards the bed: "Su Tianyang seems straightforward, but he’s cunning by nature. Outside, he boasts of being a heroic figure, full of pride and vigor, but he has more tricks and sly thoughts than anyone else...

"Words like ’kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times’ are mostly deceptive.

"Yet just now, from outside, this room doesn’t seem to have the look of one with a hidden chamber..."

He approached the bed, fell silent for a long while, seemingly unable to figure it out for a moment.

After hesitating for quite some time, he suddenly went to the door, opened it, and peered outside with his head out.

At that instant, Su Mo had already taken Yang Xiaoyun onto the roof, discreetly lifting a tile and peeking inside.

After ensuring no one was around, Duan Song closed the door again.

Standing properly in front of the window: "After all, you and your spouse have passed away long ago, so even if I kneel and kowtow now, it’s no longer a matter of losing face."

He straightened his clothes and then suddenly remembered that this seemed to still be Yang Yizhi’s face, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips:

"Consider this Yang Moutou’s tribute to you two."

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun on the roof were dumbfounded.

They had not expected Duan Song to be such a straightforward person...

Shouldn’t an ordinary person suspect there’s something wrong with the spot in front of the bed rather than actually going there to kowtow?

How many would actually kowtow as instructed?

Yet Duan Song did just that...

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound was quite loud, he did not skimp on the effort.

After three thuds, he stood up, rubbed his forehead, and knelt down again to continue the kowtowing...

After this third time, he did not move, just kneeling there, quietly looking at the floor.

Moments later, he began to tremble.

He clenched his fists, grinding his teeth, and said:

"Su Tianyang... you damned bastard, you’ve died and still you play me!"

After the second trio of thuds, he finally realized—the three thumps had produced an echo from below... the space beneath was clearly hollow!

Who needed to kneel and kowtow three times nine?

Just squatting down and tapping would make it crystal clear!

Duan Song took a deep breath, placed one hand on that piece of blue stone, channeled his Inner Strength, and gently lifted.

An entire slab of stone tile was raised by him.

Below was a perfectly sized passage, with a rope dangling down the side.

Duan Song, huffing with annoyance, grabbed the rope and leapt down.

At this moment, Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun had just flipped down into the yard, pushed the door open, and stood before that entrance, looking down.

The space below shouldn’t be too deep, after all, it was dug out by Su Tianyang himself.

If it had been too deep, it probably wouldn’t be feasible...