Chapter 21 Where Does Disaster Come From!

"No."

"Brother Xuan, are you kidding me?"

Zhou Cheng seemed unable to believe his ears.

Had he not been a loyal, long-time fan of Zhang Xuan, he would have already started to suspect that Zhang Xuan wasn't trying to help them escape at all, but rather plotting to murder them!

The divination pointed to seven ominous coffins, yet he specifically picked the most ominous one to open!

Wasn't opening that coffin a guaranteed death sentence?

The live stream's online viewer count had already reached a quarter of a million!

Many of them were new viewers who had tuned in for the very first time today, and their understanding of Zhang Xuan was limited solely to trending internet searches!

Although they knew this streamer was a bizarre eccentric who assisted tomb raiders with their illegal digs, seeing this scene still shocked them to their core!

Telling grave robbers to open the most ominous coffin!

Was this meant to be an execution for the tomb raiders?

The full-screen barrage of comments shouted "666" in disbelief!

Just as everyone began to think Zhang Xuan was merely playing a prank, they suddenly noticed that his expression had turned dead serious.

"I am entirely serious, and I am not joking with you!"

"If you want to find the mechanism to leave this place, you must open this most ominous coffin!"

After he finished speaking, another wave of silence hung over the other end.

Zhang Xuan said, "I'll give you one minute to consider."

"Tell me your decision once you've made up your mind."

With that, he picked up his teacup and took a casual sip.

Being a streamer might look easy, but talking continuously into the camera really took a toll on one's throat.

Yet the other side remained dead silent.

It seemed that to them, this was an agonizingly difficult decision to accept.

The minute was up!

Zhang Xuan looked back at the livestream link: "Have you decided?"

As soon as he spoke, he heard a deep breath from the other side: "Brother Xuan!"

"You said earlier that after more than two thousand years, a real coffin might turn into an ominous one!"

"But the other six are ominous coffins as well."

"Why did you specifically tell us to open the most ominous one?"

"Instead of one of the other six?"

Just as he finished, the voice of Third Master came through from the other side: "Young Master Zhang."

"I want to know, why are you so certain that the true coffin must be the most ominous one?"

Following his words, the heavy breathing of several people echoed through the camera feed.

Clearly!

They were utterly terrified of the words "extreme ominousness"!

Facing their doubts, Zhang Xuan suddenly revealed a slightly peculiar smile: "Third Master."

"Earlier, while I was observing the coffins, I heard you analyzing things by the side for quite a while."

"I could tell you have a lot of experience."

"And everything you said was quite correct."

"Now I'll ask you a question: if we put aside the divination and set aside anti-logic!"

"Which coffin do you think is most likely to be the real one?"

When he finished, another silence fell over the other end.

A moment later, however, Third Master let out a sigh: "Setting aside the divination, the most likely one is indeed the final coffin."

Zhang Xuan nodded: "Very good!"

"Then let me ask you again."

"How certain are you that that coffin is the real one?"

Third Master replied, "Hmm, about eighty or ninety percent, I suppose."

Zhang Xuan shook his head: "No 'eighty or ninety percent'. I need it to be specific—is it eighty or is it ninety!"

"I need an exact number!"

Third Master gritted his teeth: "Eighty percent!"

Zhang Xuan snapped his fingers: "Splendid!"

The next second, his gaze instantly sharpened. He straightened his posture slightly, and his demeanor suddenly carried a palpable sense of oppression: "Since you are ninety percent certain, why are you still asking me why?"

The other end fell into instant silence.

Zhang Xuan said in a deep voice, "People still dare to fight for survival when facing a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, yet you hesitate when you have an eighty percent certainty."

"If you actually die here, you deserve it!"

His words were so piercing that the four people on the other side were left completely speechless.

The live stream barrage scrolled furiously: "Brother Xuan is spot on; these grave robbers have had their guts scared right out of them!"

"Fear only makes people stupid. Brother Xuan, you should just ignore them!"

"I thought this Third Master was some kind of big shot, but when it comes down to life or death, he's just as afraid of dying as any ordinary person!"

After a short while, Third Master took a deep breath, and his strained voice sounded out once more: "I understand."

"This is my own failing!"

"But..."

"Things have come to this, so I won't hide it anymore."

"If it were just myself, I would never hesitate!"

"As things stand now, besides me, there are my brothers and family members!"

"Without ninety percent certainty, I simply don't dare..."

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan suddenly raised a hand to interrupt him: "Very well, I'll give you that last ten percent!"

Third Master's surprised voice rang out: "The last ten percent?"

Zhang Xuan nodded: "That's right!"

"Now, let me tell you why I insist that you open the most ominous coffin without considering the other six at all!"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only the four people on the other side, but even the two hundred thousand viewers in the live stream perked up their ears.

They heard Zhang Xuan say: "I've been saying all along that these seven coffins are all ominous."

"Have you ever wondered where this ominousness actually comes from?"

Third Master was stunned once again: "Isn't it from the mechanisms?"

Zhang Xuan said: "Correct!"

"There are many kinds of mechanisms—archery traps, deadly poisons, or even venomous snakes, insects, rats, and ants can all serve as mechanisms!"

"However, as I mentioned earlier, the ominousness of today is not the same as the ominousness of two thousand years ago!"

"If they were snakes, insects, rats, or ants, then after more than two thousand years, they would have long since perished inside the coffin, and the ominousness would have turned into auspiciousness!"

Third Master was startled anew: "That means what's inside isn't snakes, insects, rats, or ants..."

Zhang Xuan nodded: "Exactly!"

"Therefore, the mechanisms inside those six coffins can only be crossbow traps or lethal poisons!"

"If those mechanisms deteriorated or if the poisons spoiled over time, they would only ever transition from ominous to auspicious; they would absolutely never turn from ominous to extremely ominous!"

"Furthermore, if their level of danger remained entirely uniform across all six, it only proves that those six coffins can only be fakes!"

"And the remaining extremely ominous coffin is the genuine one!"

He suddenly drew in a sharp breath: "So that's how it is..."

Zhang Xuan nodded: "Precisely!"

The viewers in the livestream finally understood as well.

Comments streamed past rapidly: "The streamer is truly a god; I never thought of this layer of deduction!"

"The ominous coffins remain unchanged, but the one that turns extremely ominous is the real coffin—brilliant!"

"Is opening the Seven-Star Coffin this brain-burning? If I hadn't gone to college, I might not even have understood it!"

"Too exciting! First King Wen's divine divination, and now deduction. To churn out so many solutions in such a short time, Brother Xuan is invincible!"

"Too awesome! This tomb can probably only be opened with Brother Xuan guiding the tomb raiders. If the archaeological team came here with their dawdling style, something bad would bound to happen!"

The camera shook for a moment.

Zhou Ze's solemn voice came through: "Young Master Zhang has enlightened me."

"I'm going to open the coffin right now!"

"Whether we live or die is entirely up to our own fate!"

"It has not a damn thing to do with Young Master Zhang."

Zhang Xuan nodded: "Not a bad realization."

After a burst of laughter from Zhou Ze, the camera view fell once more upon the dark red coffin: "I have one final question!"

"Where does the ominousness of this true coffin come from?"