"Seven years ago, when Modric's mine was digging down, he discovered a huge underground space. It seemed that someone had dug it out on purpose." The obsidian figure shook the air and said quickly: "We found an ancient book inside, which records some taboo knowledge."
"Are you not curious about why underground spaces appear in the mine?" Xu Yichen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Don't tell me you have never doubted it at all."
"No, no one has ever doubted it. From the day when the ancient books were discovered, all those who had come into contact with those things focused on those books, and no one had ever considered other issues." The Obsidian portrait shook his head: "It was like an invisible hand that grabbed our attention and refused to let go."
"Those ancient books were made of human skin, and I don't know what methods have been used to deal with them and cannot be damaged." The Obsidian portrait continued: "Modric and I left all the other informed miners and slaves, as well as the guards, and sealed the only exit."
Xu Yichen nodded and did not interrupt.
"The books record all kinds of knowledge that we can use just for, very coincidental, but we were all used to it at that time." The obsidian doll said to the Demon Hunter: "Do you know how many slaves die in this big mine every year?"
"I guess this will be an amazing number?" Xu Yichen extinguished the torch, hoping to delay the oxygen consumption, but the stuffy air still made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Seven, seven people a day." The Obsidian portrait said a number that was somewhat beyond the expectations of the Demon Hunter. He originally thought it would be a very scary number.
To be honest, even if the other party told him that the mountain was piled up by corpses, he would not feel anything.
However, Xu Yichen felt that there were some problems with this number. Compared with the quantity, this number obviously had a deeper meaning, and the most obvious one was the religious significance.
"Seven is the holy number of the great and kind father. From the beginning of our discovery of those books, the number of deaths in this mine has been constant, seven people every day, two hundred and ten people per month, two thousand five hundred and fifty-five people per year, and until today, it has been exactly seven years, ten seven thousand eight hundred and eighty-five people, not more than one, and not one is not many."
"It seems that Nurgo is really kind here." Xu Yichen picked up an obsidian fragment and rubbed the [Elegant Tearer] back and forth on it.
"No, it's not kindness, it's fear." The fear of the obsidian figure crossed the air and came into the ears of the demon hunter: "Once, a mine accident occurred, and more than 70 miners and slaves were sealed in the mine. We worked hard for three days but failed to dig the tunnel. The air inside was exhausted, and everyone would definitely die, but they were still alive."
"We worked hard for four more days. On the seventh day, we finally opened the tunnel and found that it had collapsed again. Everyone was pressed down by stones." The Obsidian portrait told a terrifying story in a narrative tone: "In the seven days of rescue, we took out a total of forty-nine corpses, and then the people behind us were still alive."
"Even if the head was smashed, those people refused to die. Their chests continued to fluctuate, and their hearts were still beating vigorously, even though there was no blood in that body." The Obsidian figure paused for a moment: "Half of the miners present were crazy. Later, Modric and I found an opportunity to kill them in the city."
"Seven, there are only seven death places here every day, and there are enough people. Even if they are crushed into meat sauce, they have to wait until the next day. The boundary between life and death here will be blurred." The Obsidian figure sighed: "When we realize that this has become the altar of the kind father and sacrificed to Him every day, it is too late. The sacrifice of the seven people every day is prepared to summon this plague. When I really figured it out, it is too late. Either choose to join in or become an undead."
"Not only that, in the past few years, as long as the bodies are buried in the mine, seven days later, they will become part of the large mine, and they will become the minerals we urgently need." The Obsidian portrait said quickly: "Everything we want can be found in those books and can be obtained through the large mine."
"This is a living mine, and Modric's goal is here. He sacrificed the whole city to his kind father, including us, and they are only part of Modric's dream of immortality." The obsidian portrait laughed slutty: "Give me some pleasure. All your efforts are in vain. Now Modric has already reached the bottom level, and just now it was part of him who wanted to swallow me."
"So why are you here?" Xu Yichen asked, "Don't tell me you are a victim, tell me how to stop Modric? How can this plague be completely over?"
"Kill Modric, the cancer of immortality will be completely over. Everything that happens here is controlled by Modric." The obsidian figure looked at the flames that had burned to his waist: "If you can't kill him, at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, he will complete the assimilation of the entire Fengxi Castle. Now his true body has almost filled the third layer, right?"
"As for me, I'm just a little man who wants to make a name for himself and doesn't have the courage to resist." Viscount Amos said to the Demon Hunter for the last time: "Give me some fun! I've told you everything I know."
"No, I plan to see what you are afraid of." Xu Yichen opened the state of [Red Time] and instantly cut off the other party's arms, leaving only a body without limbs: "The unjust souls of tens of thousands of people in Fengxi Castle, probably don't want you to die so easily, right?"
Xu Yichen threw his arms into the mine cave, and then pushed the remains of the obsidian portrait to the edge of the entrance: "Good luck, Lord Amos, hold on for a while and help me delay the time."
"You have no chance. He has completed most of the sacrifice ceremony. Only me and the survivors of less than three thousand people in the city are left. I and them are not important at all." Although the tone of the Obsidian portrait was depressed, it was not hysterical because of the demon hunter's twists. "For some reason, the great father's requirements for sacrifices have been less strict recently. I think the level now is enough to impress the great father."
Chapter completed!