I readjusted the positions of two of the engineer shovels, inserting them into the opening between the coffin lid and the stone coffin. There was a thirty-degree opening angle there, and the shovels fit perfectly, preventing the coffin lid from falling.

However, these two shovels bore a great deal more pressure and twisting force, resulting in varying degrees of deformation. They were essentially ruined and could no longer be used.

After securing the coffin lid, I wrapped the sturdy nylon rope around the exposed edge of the coffin lid several times, tying the other end to seven camels lined up in a row.

"Are you sure about this, young master? Will this work?"

Fatty clearly had doubts about my approach.

I said calmly, "Please, trust in science..."

Next, I led the seven camels forward simultaneously. The rope gradually tightened from its initial slack, becoming tighter and tighter.

The seven camels huffed and puffed, struggling forward, showing that the coffin lid was indeed not light.

Fatty and Dodge stood beside the stone coffin, supporting the coffin lid and the nylon rope above, adjusting the position of the line to prevent it from slipping off and to ensure even force distribution, thus preventing the coffin lid from falling back down.

With the united effort of the camels, the angle at which the coffin lid was hinged increased, from thirty degrees to forty-five degrees, sixty degrees, seventy degrees... finally reaching ninety degrees, with the coffin lid perpendicular to the sand.

Before this perpendicular state could last even a second, the coffin lid was flipped completely over with a loud bang, slamming onto the sand.

Fatty and Dodge were closest to the coffin lid, and they were nearly injured by its sudden fall.

The camels also nearly stumbled because of the sudden change in force. I quickly pulled them back, untying the nylon rope from them.

Fatty watched me lead the camels back to the stone coffin and gave me a thumbs up, praising, "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! Fatty is impressed."

"Stop flattering me, and let's take a look at what's inside the stone coffin."

I quickly urged Fatty to focus on the task at hand.

With the lid removed, everything inside the stone coffin was exposed to our view.

Consistent with our earlier observations, the empty stone coffin contained only a desiccated corpse. The corpse was only covered by a loincloth, with no other clothing, which made it appear as though it had been stripped.

Fatty stared at the corpse for a long time, then said to Zoey, who was beside him, "This desiccated corpse is the Iron Mask. Even though it's dehydrated, from its shape and overall physique, it looks like the Iron Mask from the ancient city."

Zoey whispered a few words to Fatty as well.

In the end, Fatty and Zoey concluded that although the corpse had been disturbed and its clothes seemed to have been taken off, it was still the same corpse they had seen in the stone coffin two years ago.

In other words, the person who stripped the corpse's clothes and the person who put the lid back on were probably the same person.

What was certain was that someone had been here afterward.

While Fatty, Zoey, and I were talking, Jennifer, who had been following Fatty silently, suddenly said, "Look, there seems to be something on the coffin lid, like patterns."

The camels' pulling and tugging had flipped the coffin lid over, so the side that had been facing inward was now facing up.

At Jennifer's prompting, we gathered around the flipped coffin lid to examine the patterns on it.

At first glance, I felt that I had seen these patterns somewhere before, that they were very familiar, but I just couldn't remember where.

Fatty, Jennifer, and Dodge also felt that they were familiar, but they couldn't figure them out either.

Only Zoey suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, understanding immediately what the patterns were.

"Ah! This, these patterns are..." Zoey's expression was strange, even somewhat unpleasant. "These patterns... no, these aren't patterns, they're a kind of writing. It's the original inscription from the yellowed old paper that you made a rubbing of for me before."

After hearing Zoey's words, I remembered that these familiar patterns were indeed the rubbings of the inscription.

I took out the pile of yellowed old paper and placed it next to the coffin lid, comparing them one by one. I found that the rubbings on the yellow paper were completely copied from this stone slab, without a single character missing.

The expressions of everyone became very unpleasant, and they looked at me with strange eyes.

I quickly explained, "Damn it, I really didn't wake up in this coffin. I didn't strip the clothes off this corpse either. When I woke up in the desert, I was in a sand pit."

Large beads of sweat dripped from my forehead, and I desperately explained, "Even if I were strong, I couldn't possibly have moved this heavy stone slab, right?"

"That makes sense."

Fatty said, stroking his chin.