Who knows where it goes

Strange burial chamber who is man-made

"What? One of them had to sacrifice himself? The other ICE looked at ICE in black and said coldly.

Although her tone was full of doubts and doubts, at this time, she seemed to have to choose not to trust the strange person in front of her.

Dressed in black, Ice nodded slowly, she raised her head to look at the murals on the wall and the complicated Einstein formula, and muttered: "As for how to choose when the time comes, it's up to you." ”

As she spoke, she slowly took something out of her arms and slowly handed it to the other me.

The other one I took from the black-clothed ice with a frown, and held it in my hand and looked at it for a long time. Because of the angle of my position, I couldn't see what it was for a while, so I could only quietly raise my head and look over the shoulder of the person next to me.

I saw that the other one I was holding at this time was actually a pitch-black wooden box.

The wooden box was very black, and the black seemed to absorb all the light.

There is no pattern on the wooden box, and it can even be said that there is not even a trace of pattern, which looks extremely weird.

"What is this? Where did Ice get this from? I thought to myself.

And as soon as I thought about it, the other one asked, "What is this?" ”

"It's a mirror!" Ice, dressed in black, said slowly.

"What? Mare's nest? What is that? The other asked.

"Don't you understand?" Ice, who was dressed in black, looked back at the other me, and there seemed to be an indescribable change in her voice, only to hear her slowly continue: "It seems to be true and false, it seems that I am not me, everything is close at hand, and it is like fishing for the moon in the water." Which ones are true and which ones are false? ”

She said this as if she was talking to me, and as if she was talking to herself, her voice was full of emotion and loneliness.

"Plausible or untrue, plausible or false?" The other I asked with a frown as I looked at Ice in black. "What do you mean by that?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Dressed in black, Ice turned to look at the other me, and after a long time, she said word by word: "If you want to tell what is true and what is false, you have to have it." ”

"But......" I looked at the black ICE in my black clothes, then at the black box in my hand, and after a long time then asked, "But how should this thing be used?" ”

"You'll know when the time comes!" Ice, who was dressed in black, said and walked slowly towards the stone door, and when she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned to look at the other me, and said something very inexplicable, "If it were you, at the end of the day, would you choose to continue?" Or will it end the game? ”

"What did you say?" The other one I was asked by Ice in black, who asked me with a frown. "What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing...... It's nothing......" Ice in black sighed and turned around, "I don't know what you're going to choose...... But I ......."

She had pushed open the door on the stone wall and walked out, her voice drifting away, and I couldn't make out what he was saying anymore.

I just vaguely heard her muttering, "If it were me, what would I choose?" How will you choose? ”

Oh, yes!

How will you choose?

Is it a choice to leave? Or will you choose to stay and continue this never-ending game?

Is it physical pain?

Or do you choose mental torture?

I don't know!

I don't know what I'm going to choose?

I was 100% sure that I would sacrifice myself to save ICE, but when it came to the critical moment, would I really do it without hesitation?

Again, the answer is no.

Human nature is sometimes the most untested.

Perhaps, I can withstand all the tests and prove with my actions that I am enough to protect the person in my heart.

Or perhaps, I was cowardly.

The other two people in the room had left by this time, and the whole room had returned to that deathly silence.

There is not a trace of wind, there is not the slightest sound, and the whole stone house is like a coffin, isolating this place from the outside world.

And what is isolated is not only these, it is a kind of hope, a kind of hope for life, a kind of hope for oneself.

I let out a long sigh and lay back on the ground.

Did Ice just notice that I was in this room, and the last thing she said when she went out seemed to be for another me, but in fact, it was for me.

After a long time, I slowly stood up from the ground, and at this moment, suddenly something rolled off the body of the person next to me, a very small and inconspicuous thing.

"What is this?" I bent down and reached down to pick up something on the ground, held it in my hand, and saw that it was an ancient black key.

"What's the key to this place?" I said to myself. "Why does this place have a key? What is it for? ”

While pondering the key in my pocket, I slowly squatted down on the ground in the black-clothed men, and then I realized that almost everyone in the pockets of the black-clothed people on the ground had one such black key.

"What's going on? How can there be so many keys? Could it be ......" Just when I was puzzled, suddenly a sharp cry came from outside the stone chamber.

The voice was terrible and painful, as if hundreds of demons were devouring it at the same time.

It's a woman's voice, and in this place, apart from me, there is only ice who can make this cry.

"This ...... The voice ...... "When I heard this voice, I was stunned. "Is it ice?"

Thinking of this, I hurriedly picked up the wooden stick on the ground and limped out of this stone room, but when I walked out of this stone room, I was stunned all of a sudden, because at this time, the place in front of me was no longer the hall with six coffins, but a dark and narrow tomb.

The burial chamber was very long, fifty or sixty meters long, but it was surprisingly narrow, only about four or five meters wide at most. And in this long and narrow burial chamber there were forty or fifty coffins.

Pitch black coffin, pitch black coffin lid.

Each coffin seems to be carved out of a mold, the same size, the same width and narrowness, and the same weirdness.

In front of each coffin, there was a man kneeling, a withered and thin corpse.

They all knelt in front of the coffin in a strange posture, their right hands raised high on the black box, but their heads bowed deeply, as if the most devout Christian had confessed his sins before he died.

On the walls of the tomb, there are oil lamps every ten meters.

The light of the fire in the oil lamp was very dim, a lamp like a bean, and the wind blew through the oil lamp, making the fire in it flutter and shake

It was as if countless ghosts were jumping, shaking, and swaying in the dark stone room.

And the most strange thing is that there is a small black box on top of these black coffins.

"Where is this?" I looked at all this in front of me and muttered to myself in amazement. "What are these little boxes for? What's in them? ”

As I spoke, I walked over to the nearest coffin and touched the black box on it.

This black box was made of wood, but for some reason, when my hand touched it, it was as if I was touching a piece of ice for ten thousand years, and an indescribable cold feeling spread all over my body from the palm of my hand in an instant.

At the same time, a tremendous suction force followed, as if it was trying to suck my entire soul into this wooden box.

Seeing this, I was shocked, but the wooden box seemed to merge with my hand in an instant, and no matter how much I struggled, the wooden box had no intention of being shaken off by me.

On the contrary, the more I struggled, the more I felt that every drop of blood and water in my body was sucked into the wooden box, and the faster I struggled, the faster the wooden box sucked up, and by the end, I had no strength at all. My whole soul seemed to have been sucked into the black box at this moment.

I knelt down slowly, like the weird dried corpses next to me.

I lowered my head slowly, just like those guys, very low.

It's just that I don't have the slightest intention of repenting.

I lowered my head, because I suddenly saw a person at this time, a person who was already dead, and he was slowly coming back to life.

This man was the guy lying in the coffin in front of me.

The coffin was sealed tightly, but for some reason, when I knelt down, I could see everything inside the coffin from the front, as if I was visiting a seriously ill patient through the glass.

It's just that at this time, the person lying inside is not a sick person, but a person who has long since died.

Lying in the wooden coffin was a woman, who was wearing a pale green silk robe, with a transparent tulle on the outside of the robe, a golden mesh vest on the upper body, a golden phoenix crown on her head, no shoes on her feet, and a pair of carved phoenix foot rings at her ankles.

She holds a mirror in her hand, with its back facing up, on which are drawn two things that look like butterflies but are not butterflies.

Besides, there is nothing left by her side.

It seems that this woman should be a high-ranking nobleman's thousand catties, otherwise she would not have such a high-level funeral after her death, but why was she not buried in the soil after her death, but was brought to this place by someone?

What was the box on her coffin?

I had a myriad of questions lingering in my mind, but as the box sucked more and more blood out of my body, my consciousness began to blur a little bit, my stomach began to twitch, and a wave of unbearable vomiting continued to invade my brain, trying to destroy the last line of defense in my consciousness.

But what is strange is that as the blood and water in my body continue to be sucked out, the woman in the coffin also began to undergo subtle changes, and her originally dry and withered skin was miraculously restored.

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