(Sorry, I only coded so much today. My immune system has been paralyzed this time. It will probably take me a few days to recover. It’s not that I don’t want to code, but the positive sequelae, dizziness, and confusion in my mind.
It's buzzing, and it's hard to concentrate. There are only a few days left in this month, so I'll just do this for the next two days, and I'll wait until the next day for official updates to resume.)
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Zhang Zhu used three small black gold balls in the space to set on the bronze cover outside the tower spire, and activated the mechanism.
When the four of them returned to the tower, the iron wall, which was originally as solid as a rock and remained motionless, actually opened.
It's so dark inside that when the light shines in, it feels like it's been swallowed by a monster hiding in the darkness.
Like cotton wool, large and small black and red lumps floated out from it along the water flow, like strange-looking blood-red jellyfish, flowing around the four of them.
The fat man reached out and fished one out. He put it in his hand and looked at it carefully. He felt that it was a bit like the lees of the aged Hericium wine they had seen at Yunding Tiangong.
However, neither Zhang Shuxun nor the younger brother looked very good-looking. Obviously, this was not "wine lees" but coagulated plasma.
This spire was not sealed by the Zhang family before the Yao Village was submerged, as they initially suspected. Instead, it was after an unknown number of years that someone appeared here after the Yao Village was submerged.
Things are sealed inside the spire.
Otherwise, the blood-stained water would not float out from behind the iron wall.
Hearing the two people say this, Wu Xiaoxie also became a little nervous, "Look at the amount of blood loss, how many people must have died in the first place."
Zhang Zhuoxun shook his head, with a heavy expression on his face, "I don't know, but judging from the blood volume, it exceeds at least three people."
The fat man paddled the water to push away the blood mist in front of his eyes, and glanced at the dark hole, "What should we do now? Why don't we go in and see what's going on before the blood subsides? There's no reason for him to
If this place is sealed so tightly, it will eventually become a blood bank."
Zhang Zhuoxun and the others changed their oxygen bottles again. When the water gushing out of the cave entrance was no longer as turbid as before, they filed in through the cave entrance with lights on.
The space inside is larger than they imagined, as big as half a bedroom of more than ten square meters.
What is shocking is that there are countless black chains running along the walls inside, criss-crossing each other, and countless bronze bells hanging densely on them.
These bells are soaked in blood. Under the pale light of the flashlight, the silent bells exude a faint and ominous atmosphere.
There is a small trapezoidal round platform in the center of the intertwined chains, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, as if the tip of the ice cream cone has been shaved off.
There is also a black object placed on the round platform. There are too many obstacles in the middle to make it clear.
The four of them, like performing acrobatic tightrope walking, used the buoyancy of the water to carefully avoid the bells and arrived at the round platform. Only then did they realize that there was a child's sarcophagus placed there.
Zhang Zhuxun suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and countless speculations welled up in his heart.
What could be in this little sarcophagus?
Did the Zhang family put the white stone dragon pattern box here?
Or the bones of the once-dead Holy Infant?…
It shouldn't be possible. There is already Zhang Qiling. Why do the ancestors of the Zhang family still keep that thing? Isn't it just leaving a clue?
Zhang Zhuxun turned his head and looked around, frowning, but looking at the layout here, the things in the sarcophagus didn't seem to be good.
The appearance of the sarcophagus is very simple, the stone is delicate, and it feels warm and cool. There are no carvings on it at all. It seems to be just an ordinary, slightly larger stone box.
But the stone platform under it was unusual. Zhang Zhuxun suddenly understood why so much blood gushes out from behind the stone wall when it was opened.
It is familiar with grooves and carvings, and has the habit of bleeding whenever there is a disagreement. Isn’t this special thing the same as the altar under the Qinling Sacred Tree?
No wonder there is a unicorn carved on the stone wall outside, and a picture hidden under the unicorn. The few strange black gold balls related to the system in my own space suddenly became
The key to opening the mechanism.
Therefore, the person who came later put the thing here to ensure that the person who could open it a few years later was someone who was somehow connected to him.
There are chains restricting the space, and the four of them cannot communicate with each other in a large way.
Zhang Zhuxun was still thinking, but the fat man and the little brother had already gone over to check it first and lifted the lid of the sarcophagus.
Zhang Zhuoxun stood ready with a dagger in his hand. He was nervous for a long time, fearing that something powerful would pop out.
I heard Wu Xiaoxie exclaim, "Bronze mask."
At the bottom of the sarcophagus, there is a bronze fox mask emitting a faint green light.
Zhang Zhuoxun's eyelids twitched hard, and he suddenly remembered the guy with the same face as Wu Xiaoxie that he saw in the sacred tree before.
The younger brother looked solemn as he took out the bronze mask from the sarcophagus, carefully groped it with his fingertips, and then handed the mask to Zhang Chuxun, "It's real."
This mask was exactly the same as the one on the face of the blue-eyed fox corpse they had seen in Prince Lu's Palace.
Wu Xiaoxie wondered, "Isn't this the mask on the face of the blue-eyed fox corpse? Why did the Zhang family put this thing here? Is it to remind us to go to Lu Palace again?"
Zhang Zhuoxun shook his head, "No, although this mask is real, it is still different from the one on the face of the blue-eyed fox corpse. The patina on this mask is not as heavy, and it is obviously not that old when it was made." "Wake up!" The little brother suddenly thought of something and wrote on the drawing board.
There is also a bronze mask in Zhang Zhuxun's space, which was taken off that guy's face.
Perhaps the ultimate purpose of the person who put the mask here was to alert future generations to the existence of the masked Heifeizi.
There was also a small jade box placed in the sarcophagus. He was afraid that the contents inside could not get wet. The fat man picked it up and looked at it twice before asking Zhang Zhuxun to put it away.
"It's almost time. If you delay too late, the siphon tide will come." The fat man urged.
There was no other special thing in this place. The four of them got out of the hole one after another, came outside, and took off the small black gold ball embedded in the copper bell. The stone wall inside was restored to its original state.
At this time, the sky outside had already dimmed. Judecao's team set up a bonfire on the shore of the lake. The hired locals hunted some game in the forest and put it on the fire rack. The scent wafted far away.
Maybe there was no hope of catching the four troublemakers, so the people guarding the lake gathered together in twos and threes and drank beer, not paying attention to the water.
This is really convenient for Zhang Zhu and the other four.
They dived from the bottom of the water to the other side of the lake shore. Under the cover of night and rocks, they took off their equipment and sneaked into the forest quietly without disturbing anyone.
Zhang Zhuxun and four others built a temporary nest in a tree not far from Judekao's camp to rest. Afraid of being discovered by patrollers, they did not light a fire. They only dug a simple smokeless stove and made some hot food.