Mo Yuqi’s eyebrows twitched. She rembered her grandfather saying that the lock chanism inside the box was incredibly complex, with at least over ten thousand variations!
Could Qin Yu really open the box?
"Mr. Qin, if it’s not possible, don’t force yourself—after all, this is the masterpiece of the first Sect Leader of the Guigu Sect," Mo Yuqi said, looking at Qin Yu with a slight worry.
"Mr. Mo, don’t worry. If I can’t open such a small box, how could I face anyone in the locksmith community?" Qin Yu was full of confidence.
"Okay then." Mo Yuqi stopped trying to persuade Qin Yu.
Qin Yu once again leaned in close, tapping lightly on the box. Through the echoes, Qin Yu easily deduced the construction of the lock chanism.
This ti, Qin Yu didn’t hurry to alter the wires but kept tapping the box continuously.
Soon, Qin Yu’s eyes lit up because he heard the chanism inside the box suddenly change. The corners of his mouth revealed a faint smile. Just as expected!
Qin Yu didn’t stop; he kept tapping on the small box. Roughly ten minutes had passed, and the lock’s internal chanism had changed 108 tis!
That ant, every five seconds, the chanism inside the lock would change!
Qin Yu’s expression turned ugly. He had initially thought that 108 changes were one cycle, and the chanism would revert to how it was the first ti.
However, to Qin Yu’s surprise, the 109th change was still a completely new one!
Qin Yu felt his brain was about to explode; rembering those 108 changes had already drained plenty of his brain cells. Yet the changes didn’t stop at 108; there were still new ones!
"This doesn’t make sense. One hundred and eight is the sum of the thirty-six heavens and the seventy-two earth fiends. Could it be that the Heavenly Secret Sect didn’t create the lock based on the heavens and earth fiends?
No, that’s not right! It was clearly made according to the heavens and earth fiends."
Qin Yu felt sowhat helpless as he scratched his hair.
"Mr. Qin, don’t rush. The lock was indeed manufactured based on the heavens and earth fiends, but not with addition, with multiplication!"
Mo Yuqi’s mory of the Sect Leader of the Guigu Sect’s dialogue with that old lecher ca to mind as she explained in a single sentence.
Multiplication? Qin Yu’s brain exploded in an instant! Damn it! How much is seventy-two tis thirty-six? My math isn’t that good!
Qin Yu took out his phone, did so calculations, and exclaid, "Heavens! Is that over two thousand variations? This is going to kill !"
"Wrong, you also have to include the Five Elents. It’s over ten thousand variations!" Mo Yuqi said with so bitterness.
"One... over ten thousand variations?" Qin Yu’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. Emma, he had really talked up a storm this ti! Even if he worked himself to death, he couldn’t handle over ten thousand variations!
"So, I should go back ho and ask my grandmother for the key," Mo Yuqi said with a wry smile.
"No, we still have so ti. Maybe, just maybe, I have a chance. Since the lock was manufactured according to the heavens, earth fiends, and the Five Elents, there must be a pattern!
I’ll try again! If I can’t get it by seven o’clock, we’ll head back."
Qin Yu checked his watch, and it was 5:40 at the mont, leaving almost three hours until the herbal dicine exchange at eight-thirty.
"Alright, but Mr. Qin, don’t push yourself. My grandfather couldn’t open this box either; there’s no sha if you can’t do it," Mo Yuqi comforted kindly.
But it would have been better if Mo Yuqi didn’t offer comfort; that only fueled Qin Yu’s competitive spirit! With his fiery temper, how could he let a box get the better of him?
"Sure, I won’t push myself."
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