times, it was a building for national defence. At modern times, it is a bonanza from tourists
abroad. But I never thought about what the Great Wall meant to the Chinese people. But now
I do. It is a symbol of team effort.
As the last feeble ray of sun left the horizon, I speeded up my pace. Panic hits as I
realised that I might not make it out of this place in one piece. But it started to become more
and more difficult to manoeuvre my way as it was getting darker. I squinted as I tried to make
my way out, and it was at this point that I regretted taking the detour.
As I climbed back up from the many stumbles and falls, my eyes were shot with a
patch of light. Like a moth to a light bulb, I ran as fast as I could towards it. ‘Help’ I shouted.
The group of men turned towards me in shock and looked at me with their eyes
opened. It was a gang of ten in leather jackets all holding spades and torches.
‘
Sorry guys, I have just been separated from my group…’ One of the guys leaped
towards me, held a gun up towards me and began firing at me. ‘Do you want to actually hit it
with that, Bill?’A sharp icy voice followed.
‘
Sorry boss, I will take care of this….’ In a split second, I knew it was now or never. Kill
or be killed. I burst towards the shooter and rugby tackled him. We both fell on the ground.
He started to rain punches on my face. As I was pinned on the ground, I finally made out that
there were ten guys forming a loose circle around a treasure chest.
I suddenly had an idea. Whoever it was that designed this place, went to extreme
measures to protect the treasure, and would never just simply let the treasure be taken away
without any traps. I watched as the men all charged towards me, fury laid in their eyes. I
tussled off the guy pinning me down and threw myself at the treasure box and opened it.
An assortment of colored spears, arrows and swords across the field flew across,
piercing straight into the men. Blood spurted everywhere.
I looked at what laid inside the chest. Emptiness greeted me. Instead, the floor trembled as
the dead end, at the end of the wall suddenly shook, and a thin walkway winded into the mist.
At the same time, the floor behind me disappeared. There was no way out but to continue.
Chapter 4
Before I got over to the other side, though, I found a peculiar little box in the middle of
the road. There was a simple piece pattern on the sides, like as if the box was sewn with five
or six different pieces of cloth together. My mind, it seemed, was as scattered as that cloth.
There was only one single word on it: Yi, A sense of voluntary or responsibility. Now
what? But as I was puzzling, I tripped, accidently
twisting
the box! It was a puzzle box, I
recognized, which I could twist to open…but how?
I started to write the word Yi on the box, and got an idea: what if I
twisted
Yi with the
twisting function of the box? Left, down, right…with a click, the top panel slid open.