林峰又爬起来，这次站得稳当些了。他捅捅旁边冰凉的石头墙壁，又摸摸脚底，触感是干燥的，不是湿润的泥土。头顶那些纹路在光线下居然有点微微发烫，像是某种能量在积蓄。等等，积蓄？林峰眼睛一亮，试探着伸出手，指尖触碰上一圈纹路。

“嗡——”一声轻鸣，仿佛一道电流窜过全身。

林峰动作停顿了一下，随即继续向内圈摸去。

“嗡……”

连续几次，每次都是同样感觉。林峰心中一动，伸手握住内圈。

“哐当！”

一声脆响，头顶的石板向下塌落半截，露出了一个四四方方的洞口，直径不过半尺，边缘锋利得不像是天然形成。

林峰毫不犹豫，翻身跳了进去。

Below was a dimly lit room, with strange objects scattered all over the ground. There seemed to be some kind of treasure, but he didn't have time to think about it now. He quickly stuffed the items into his pockets and ran out of the room.

Back in the outside world, he found himself in an ancient Chinese street. The buildings were made of wood and stone, and the people wore traditional clothing. It was a bustling market, with people selling all kinds of goods.

林峰 walked around for a while, trying to figure out where he was. Then, he remembered something. He had heard from his grandfather that there used to be a gambling den in this area. Maybe he could go there and see if he could make some money.