(This chapter adds a little personal setting, telling the origin of Muyu and the Zhang family who is suspected of being Muyu’s father)
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In less than half a cup of tea, the corpse was completely disposed of by the transparent insects in the water, leaving not even a trace of bone residue.
The circular altar in the center of the hall is very high, visually at least as high as two stories. There are steps in front of it that are spiraling like snakes, going up around the altar.
There are bronze pillars standing on the outer edge of the stairs near the water channel. They are regular in shape and engraved with the same kind of sacred bird patterns. The top of the pillar is the head of the sacred bird.
Each pillar is as thick as a bowl, and the copper pillars are spaced about half a meter apart, and are connected by uniform bronze chains, like an iron cable bridge.
Directly in front of the canal is a small square altar with some bronze vessels for sacrifices placed on it. It looks like a combination of an incense burner and a small-mouthed vase. Inside is a solidified paste that is red to black.
, emitting a light fragrance.
Zhang Zhuxun very much suspected that the blood inside was treated by ancient people in some unknown way.
To be honest, the ancient tribe that built this altar really likes blood. All organs require blood, and other liquids are not enough.
To inject energy into a person's system is to force him to bleed, and Zhang Shuxun simply can't complain about it.
The role of the small altar here is not only for worship, but also as a mechanism leading to the other side of the canal.
The bronze vessels on the altar are not randomly placed. If you look closely, you can find that there are many small rail grooves on the table of the altar. The bronze vessels are also fixed on them. There is a small groove under each vessel.
The protrusions allow it to slide freely in the rail groove.
However, this cannot be touched casually, because the area under the stone slabs around the altar is empty.
In other words, there are pools connected to the water channels under the stone slab. If you move the bronze vessels at will and activate the wrong mechanism, anyone standing around the small altar will fall down and be swallowed up by the terrifying creatures in the darkness below. It can be said that all the mechanisms here are related to the red flame divine bird tattoo, and are prepared for the descendants of that ancient tribe. Only those with the same red flame tattoo as Zhang Zhuxun on their bodies are qualified to survive.
Get out here.
The last time Zhang Zhuxun came here, he roughly understood the origin of another layer of blood in his body.
He is very curious, since he has two special bloodlines, if his father is indeed someone from the Zhang family, then who is his mother?
His memory before the age of five was almost completely blank. He only vaguely remembered a dream in which he seemed to have been staying in a very cold place, where it snowed almost every day and was completely white.
All the people who appeared around him in the dream were as cold as ice sculptures. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see their faces clearly. He only remembered that they were wearing ancient robes with a very folk flavor.
Until one day, a man in black clothes suddenly came to that place, wrapped in thick wool. When he stretched out his big hand, little Zhang Zhuxun noticed that the two fingers on the man's right hand were extra long.<
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I don’t know what the visitor said to those cold people. Later, he was led away by that person in such a confused way.
After that, he lived with other overseas Zhang family children and learned various machine skills together.
Zhang Zhuoxun never asked the adults about his biological parents, and those adults seemed to have no intention of telling him. The person who took him back to the Zhang family only mentioned it at the beginning, saying that he picked it up in an "ancient temple".
If he comes, keep it and call him wooden fish.
He grew up like this in a daze until he was eighteen years old.
Until one day, he found a worn notebook in the floor tiles under the cabinet in his room, signed by Zhang Menyu.
He didn't know who this person named Zhang Menyu was, but his intuition told him that he had a close relationship with this person.
So he spent two years investigating, and finally found a small village in Banai of the Yao ethnic group in Guangxi. According to the records in the broken notebook, he went down to the lake and found traces of the Zhang family's ancient building.
Because it was already done
Be prepared, he did not panic when he was swept into the mountain by the whirlpool. Unfortunately, before he could touch the true face of Zhangjialou, he was beaten by Miluotuo in the mountain. He was unable to defeat the four hands with two fists, and he died in the end.
I feel aggrieved.
Therefore, he easily accepted being sent to another time and space by the system. This may be the only way for him to understand his origin. Unfortunately, what he did not expect was that the water inside was far deeper than he imagined.<
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After withdrawing his thoughts, Zhang Zhuxun stretched out his hand and moved the bronze vessels to the appropriate position.
Kadada, the stone slab beneath my feet trembled, and the stone slab behind the small altar sank, revealing a narrow depression. In the depression was a small bridge paved with bronze chains that led directly to the other side.
Below the bridge is the calm but dangerous water.
Zhang Zhuxun walked across the bridge and went up the stairs to reach the top of the central altar.
The top of the altar is not flat, but is sunken like a bowl. There is only one ladder leading to the platform in the center of the bowl. There are countless white bones emitting a faint blue light piled around the ladder, some of which are animal and some human. This is shocking.
It's a mass grave.
In the gaps between the bones, you can also see various jewelry and jades hidden underneath. In this environment, those gems are like the songs of sea monsters on desert islands and reefs, terrifying and alluring.
Zhang Zhuxun put down his backpack, stood by the bowl, took out the dark-patterned white robe from the space and put it on, and put on the matching silver-white mask given to him by the system, covering the upper half of his face.
Along the stairs, every step he took down, he felt like he was walking on the way to the execution ground.
The platform still has the same blood plate groove, and the traces of Zhang Zhuxun's last bloodletting still remain on it.
Sitting cross-legged in the middle, Zhang Zhuxun took out a knife from his waist and made several cuts on his wrist to ensure that the blood could flow out smoothly and uninterrupted.
Then close your eyes and call the system in your heart.
The blood flows into the bottom of the disc along the groove, the mechanism is activated, and the disc slowly sinks to the bottom carrying Zhang Zhuxun on top.
The stone slab above his head had been closed at some point, but at this moment Zhang Zhuoxun no longer had the time to care about it.
The dizziness and numbness caused by blood loss made it impossible for him to complete such a simple action as raising his eyelids.
His body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the biting cold was drilling into his body like hairy needles.
Just when he was wondering if he was going to freeze to death here, a wave of heat suddenly surged out of his right chest and gradually spread throughout his body along his veins.
His brain began to feel dizzy, and soon Zhang Zhuxun lost consciousness.
