Chapter 33: The Sarcophagus of the Tower Bell

(I'm sorry.,It's only so much today.,This time my immune system is paralyzed.,It's estimated that it will take a few days to come to your senses.,It's not that I don't want to code words.,It's positive sequelae.,Dizziness.,Buzzing in the brain.,It's hard to concentrate.,There's no more left days in this month.,That's it for these two days.,Officially resume the update and wait for the first number.。 )

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Zhang Qixun used the three black gold balls in the space to inlay the bronze cover outside the spire and activate the mechanism.

When the four of them returned to the tower, the rock-solid iron wall was opened.

There was a black hole inside, and when the light shone in, it was as if it had been swallowed by a monster hiding in the darkness.

Like cotton wool, large and small black and red lumps floated out of it along the water, like blood-red jellyfish with strange shapes, flowing around the four of them.

The fat man reached out and fished out one, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, feeling that it was a bit of the lees of those aged lion's mane wine they had seen in Genting Heavenly Palace.

But Zhang Qixun and the little brother's faces are not very good-looking, obviously, this is not some "wine lees", but coagulated plasma.

This spire is not as they guessed at the beginning, it was the Zhang family who closed the Yao Village before it was sunk, but after the Yao Village had already entered the water, I don't know how many years later, someone appeared here and sealed something in the spire.

Otherwise, there would be no blood-stained water floating out from behind the iron wall.

Hearing the two of them say this, Wu Xiaoxie was also a little nervous, "Look at this amount of bleeding, how many people must have died in the first place."

Zhang Qixun shook his head, his face was heavy, "I don't know, but judging from this amount of blood, there are at least three more people."

The fat man paddled the water to dispel the blood mist in front of him, and glanced twice at the dark hole, "How are we going to get it now?" If we don't wait for this burst of blood to pass, we'll go in and see what's going on, there's no reason why he sealed this place so tightly, and in the end it will be a blood bank."

Zhang Qixun and the four of them changed the oxygen cylinder again, and waited until the water gushing out of the cave was not as muddy as before, and then they rushed in from the cave with a light on.

The space inside was a little bigger than they expected, the size of half a dozen square meters.

To the astonishment, countless black chains stretched along the walls, crisscrossing each other, and countless bronze bells hung densely on them.

The bells were soaked in blood, and in the white light of the flashlight, the silent bells exuded a faint ominous aura.

In the center of the intertwined chains is a small trapezoidal round table, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, as if the tip of an ice cream cone has been shaved off.

There was also a black thing on the round platform, and there were too many obstacles in the middle space to see clearly.

Zhang Qixun and the four of them carefully avoided the bells with the buoyancy of the water as if they were performing acrobatic tightrope walking, and came to the round platform, only to find that there was a sarcophagus of a young child.

Zhang Qixun suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and countless speculations welled up in his heart.

What could be in this little sarcophagus?

Could it be that the Zhang family put the white stone dragon pattern box here?

Or the bones of the Holy Child who once died? ….

It shouldn't be, there is already Zhang Qiling, what is the ancestor of the Zhang family still doing with that thing, isn't it just leaving a handle for nothing.

Zhang Qixun turned his head to look around, his eyebrows were tightly locked, but looking at the layout here, the things in the sarcophagus didn't seem to be of a good kind.

The sarcophagus is very simple in appearance, the stone is delicate, warm and cold to the touch, and there is no carving on it, it seems to be just an ordinary slightly larger stone box.

But the stone platform under it was not ordinary, and Zhang Qixun suddenly knew why so much blood gushed out from behind the stone wall when it was opened.

It is familiar with the groove carving, as well as the habit of bleeding if you don't agree with a word, isn't this special mother 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 is hidden under the unicorn. The strange black gold balls related to the system in his own space suddenly became

The key to open the trap.

Therefore, the later man put East XZ here to ensure that the person who can open it in a few years is the person who has a connection with him.

There are chains that limit the space, and the four of them can't do a large amount of movement.

Zhang Qixun was still thinking about it, the fat man and the little brother had already come over to check it first, and lifted the lid of the sarcophagus.

Zhang Qixun held the dagger on the side and waited for a long time, for fear that something terrible would pop out of it.

I only heard Wu Xiaoxie exclaim, "Bronze mask."

At the bottom of the sarcophagus, a bronze fox mask emitting a faint green light lay impressively.

Zhang Qixun's eyelids jumped fiercely, and he suddenly remembered the guy he had seen in the sacred tree before, the guy with the same face as Wu Xiaoxi.

The little brother looked solemn, took out the bronze mask from the sarcophagus, groped for it carefully with his fingertips, and then handed the mask to Zhang Qixun, "It's true."

This mask was exactly the same as the face of the blue-eyed fox corpse they had seen in the Lu Palace.

Wu Xiaoxie was puzzled, "Isn't this the mask on the face of the blue-eyed fox corpse, what is the Zhang family doing with this thing here?" Is it a reminder that we need to go to the palace of King Lu again?"

Zhang Qixun 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 that heavy, and it is obviously not that old."

"Awake!" The little brother suddenly thought of something and wrote on the drawing board.

There is also a bronze mask in Zhang Qixun's space, which was taken off the guy's face at the beginning.

Perhaps the ultimate purpose of the person who put the mask here is indeed to wake up the people who come after him, the existence of the black flying man wearing the mask.

There was also a small jade box in the sarcophagus, and he was afraid that the contents would not be wet, so the fat man picked it up and looked at it twice, and then asked Zhang Qixun to put it away.

"It's almost time, and the siphon tide will come when the delay is late." The fat man urged.

There was nothing special about this place, and the four of them went out of the cave in turn, went outside, and removed the small black gold ball embedded in the copper bell, and the stone wall inside was restored to its original state.

By this time it was already dark outside, and Jude Cow's party had lit a bonfire on the shore of the lake, and hired locals had caught some game in the woods and set it up on the fire, and the smell wafted far and wide.

Xu was hopeless about catching the four troublemakers, and the people guarding the lake also gathered together to drink beer, and their attention was not on the water.

This is convenient for Zhang Qi to find the four people.

They dived from the bottom to the other side of the lakeshore, and under the cover of the night and stones, they took off their equipment and dived into the forest without alarming anyone.

Zhang Qixun and the four of them set up a makeshift nest in a tree not far from Jude Kao's camp to rest, fearing that they would be discovered by the patrolmen, so they did not light a fire, but only dug a simple smokeless stove, got some hot food to fill their stomachs, and then nestled in the tree and slept.

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