(This chapter adds a little private setting, talking about 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, and there was not even a bit of bone residue left.

The circular altar in the center of the main hall was very high, at least two stories high, and directly in front of it was a staircase that spiraled like a snake, going up around the altar.

On the outer edge of the staircase near the canal there are bronze buttresses of the same kind carved with the head of the sacred bird at the top of the staircase.

Each pillar is the thickness of a bowl, and the copper pillars are spaced about half a meter apart, connected by a uniform bronze chain, like a chain bridge.

In front of the canal is a small square altar with a number of sacrificial bronze vessels, resembling a combination of an incense burner and a vase, and containing a reddish to blackened paste that exudes a faint fragrance.

Zhang Qixun was very suspicious that this was the blood that the ancients did not know how to deal with.

To tell the truth, the ancient tribe that built this altar really liked blood, and all kinds of organs needed blood, and other liquids were not enough.

Giving people a system of energy to let him bleed, Zhang Qixun was powerless to complain about this.

The small altar here served not only as a sacrifice, but also as a mechanism to the other side of the canal.

The bronze vessels on the altar are not randomly placed, but if you look closely, you can see that there are many small rail grooves on the table top of the altar, and the bronze vessels are also fixed to it, and each vessel has a small bulge under it, which allows it to slide freely in the rail groove.

However, this should not be left to chance, as the area around the altar is empty under the stone slabs.

In other words, the bottom of the stone slab is full of pools connected to the aqueduct, and if the bronze vessels are moved at will, the wrong mechanism is activated, and anyone standing around the small altar will fall and be devoured by the terrible creatures in the darkness below.

It can be said that all the mechanisms in this are related to the Red Flame Divine Bird tattoo, and they are all prepared for the descendants of that ancient tribe, and only those who are engraved with the same Red Flame tattoo as Zhang Qixun are qualified to walk out of here alive.

The last time Zhang Qixun came here, he roughly understood the origin of another layer of blood in his body.

He was very curious, since he had two special bloodlines in his body, if his father was indeed someone from the Zhang family, then who was his mother.

His memories until he was five years old were almost all blank, except vaguely that he had dreamed that he seemed to have been in a very cold place, where it snowed almost every day, and it was white.

All the people who appeared around him in the dream were like ice sculptures, cold, no matter how hard he tried, he could never see their faces clearly, only remembering that they were wearing an old robe with a very folk flavor.

Until one day, a man in black suddenly came to that place, wrapped in a thick hair, and when he stretched out his big hand, the little Zhang Qixun noticed that the two fingers of the person's right hand were exceptionally long.

I don't know what the person said to those cold people, and later, he was taken away by the person in such a daze.

After that, he lived with other overseas children of the Zhang family and learned various mechanism skills together.

Zhang Qixun never asked those adults about his biological parents, and those adults didn't seem to have any intention of informing him, and the person who took him back to Zhang's house only mentioned it at the beginning, saying that he was picked up in the "ancient temple" and raised, so he called him Muyu.

He grew up like this until he was eighteen years old.

Until one day, he found a worn-out 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 lot to do with this person.

So he spent two years investigating, and finally found a small village in Banai, Guangxi, according to the record in the broken notebook, he went down to the lake and found traces of the existence of the ancient building of the Zhangjia family.

Because it's early

Bei, he didn't panic when he was swept into the mountain by the whirlpool, but unfortunately before he touched the true face of Zhangjialou, he was beaten by Milotuo in the mountain, his fists were invincible with four hands, and he felt aggrieved when he died in the end.

Therefore, he was easily accepted by the system to another time and space, which may be the only way for him to figure out his origins, but unfortunately, what he didn't expect was that the water in it was far deeper than he imagined.

Retracting his thoughts, Zhang Jixun stretched out his hand and dialed those bronze vessels to the right place.

The slabs under his feet trembled, and the slabs behind the small altar sank to reveal a narrow hollow in which a small bridge was paved with bronze chains that led to the other side.

Beneath the bridge lies the calm and treacherous water.

Zhang Qixun walked over the bridge and went up the stairs to the top of the central altar.

The top of the altar is not flat, but recessed like a bowl, only a staircase leads to the platform in the center of the bowl, and around the staircase are countless white bones that emit a faint blue light, some animal and some human, shocking, this is a mass grave.

In the gap between the bones, you can also see all kinds of jewels and jade hidden underneath, and in this environment, those gems are like the song of the monster on the desert island reef, terrifying and seductive.

Zhang Qixun put down his backpack, stood by the bowl, took out the dark white robe from the space and put it on, put on the matching silver-white mask given to him by the system, and covered the upper half of his face.

Along the stairs, with each step down, he felt like he was on the way to the execution ground.

The groove of the blood disc on the platform is still the same, and the traces of Zhang Qixun's last bloodletting are still on it.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle, Zhang Qixun took out a knife from his waist and made several cuts on his wrist to ensure that the blood could flow smoothly and uninterruptedly.

Then close your eyes and call the system in your heart.

The blood flowed down the groove to the bottom of the disc, the mechanism activated, and the disc carried Zhang Qixun above and slowly sank below.

The stone slab above his head had been closed at some point, but at this moment, Zhang Qixun had no leisure to care about this.

The dizziness and numbness caused by blood loss made it impossible for him to complete even the simple action of lifting his eyelids.

It was as if his body had fallen into an ice cellar, and the biting cold was desperately drilling into his body like a needle.

Just when he wondered if he was going to freeze to death here, a stream of heat suddenly gushed out from his right chest, gradually spreading along his veins and spreading throughout his body.

His brain began to drowsy, and soon, Zhang Qixun lost consciousness.

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