Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 757 I saw...thunder!
"It seems my little apprentice wants to leave some touching last words before he falls unconscious?"

"Well, although this word might not be used very well, it's roughly the idea."

The blind man carrying Wu Xie followed behind, venturing deeper into the emerging passage, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"A last message... well, how should I put it..."

Hu Ming stroked his chin and murmured, "The best last words are... to be forgotten!"

"Forgotten!"

Almost simultaneously, the blind man, the fat man, and the young man said in unison in a soft voice.

Those who work in this line of work value life more than ordinary people, and similarly, they are more open-minded about death than ordinary people.

Ultimately, this is a business where you risk your life for wealth, and it's not surprising that anyone could accidentally fall into it.

Having witnessed too much death, I've become somewhat indifferent to the possibility of death happening to me.

Death is the end of a person.

After you die, nothing is left; everything becomes nothing.

But for his companions, all that remained was grief and sorrow.

In other words, if one is truly to die, perhaps the best outcome would be to be forgotten by everyone as soon as possible, without causing trouble for anyone?
Perhaps this is too realistic, too cold-hearted, but is it really good for the dead to live on in the memories of others, tormenting the living?
At least in Hu Ming's and his group's view, death is death, and it's best if they are completely forgotten.

"However, if there is any hope, we should still pursue even the smallest hope. After all, there should be a peaceful end, shouldn't there?"

With a soft chuckle, Hu Ming took a step forward.

We continued down the passageway.

This tower, buried deep underground, was truly like a bottomless abyss. To this day, Hu Ming and his companions have lost count of how long they have been down there.

After passing the guardian corpse, the group took turns carrying the unconscious Wu Xie, walking and stopping along the way, constantly descending, and resting several times along the way.

It is worth mentioning that the passage under the bridge is filled with bronze reeds that look like snake scales, and their design is similar to that of the thunder-listening device found in Yang Daguang's house.

The passageway branched out in all directions, and once inside, it was filled with these bronze yellow plates.

The group couldn't remember exactly how long they had been walking in the passageway, but it had been at least a day and a night, until they suddenly emerged from the passageway and arrived at this floor about seven hours ago.

What Hu Ming didn't tell the others was that as they continued downwards, his connection with that person became increasingly close.

About seven hours ago, Hu Ming and his group had just descended to a deeper level, where the height suddenly expanded to an extremely terrifying degree.
Yes, it's been a full seven hours, and Hu Ming and his group have barely stopped for a moment, yet they still haven't left this floor!
It's easy to imagine just how terrifying the height of this floor must be!
Wu Xie, who was being carried on the back of the fat man, finally woke up slowly.

His face was deathly pale, as if he had applied a thick layer of makeup, and he looked no better than a zombie or monster.

"...Which floor are we on?"

After being in a deep coma for almost a day and a night, Wu Xie's lungs had had some rest, and he felt somewhat better than before he fell into a coma.

However, with each breath, one can clearly feel a significant loss in the lungs. The feeling is not pain, but a strange sensation that is difficult to describe in words.

"We've completely lost track of everything. All we know is that we've been walking for at least seven hours on this level, and we still can't see the bottom..." "Damn it, Fatty, I'm seriously doubting if we keep going, are we really going to walk all the way to the eighteenth level of hell?"

Looking up at the pitch-black sky that stretched as far as the eye could see, the fat man wiped his sweat and put Wu Xie down.

“This tower is ridiculously high at this level. Even if you throw a cold flame down, you can’t see the bottom. We can’t measure the distance now.”

"If we keep walking like this, my head will spin and I'll never reach the end. If we keep going like this, we'll eventually fall down."

Helping Wu Xie to sit down, the blind man slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"This also means that we are about to reach our destination..."

"As we said before, trimming all sixty-plus levels into a tower is not displayed. This is an incredibly large undertaking, and it's basically just omitting the middle multi-level towers."

"And the floor we have arrived at now is abruptly different from the norm. It has been seven hours without any bottom in sight. Obviously, this floor is probably the last floor, a floor that symbolizes the silence of Nirvana."

He closed his eyes and listened intently. After a while, Hu Ming chuckled and said.

"The truth is, once you get here, you can probably guess what happened, right? This incredible underground structure isn't actually a tower buried underground at all."

"And... a huge musical instrument buried deep underground!"

"A thunder-listening device used to collect surface thunder, conveying information from a mysterious place deep underground!"

Hu Ming stepped forward, found the weakest rock layer, and slammed his fist down hard. The fragile rock shell shattered, revealing natural cracks in the inner wall.

"Look closely, the thunder is coming soon! We can see it from here!"

Hu Ming pointed to the bronze reeds arranged like snake scales in the crack and said mysteriously.

"Huh? You saw thunder? Shouldn't you have heard it?"

The group looked at Hu Ming with bewildered expressions.

When is sound observed visually?

"The situation here is a bit special. The upper part of the structure is used to collect thunder, and we can hear thunder from inside it."

"However, this layer cannot be explained by conventional science. These bronze reeds are very strange and difficult to explain. In short, after seeing this scene, it will be much easier to explain!"

Hu Ming tried to explain the mystery of this place in the simplest and most understandable language possible, but after thinking about it, he simply gave up.

As they spoke, the bronze reed in the crack began to move slightly due to the sound.

Just like a hibernating snake suddenly waking up and moving its body, the densely packed bronze reeds suddenly began to twitch rhythmically.

Strangely, the bronze reeds kept colliding, but not a single sound was produced.

It was as if some terrifying monster in this bottomless abyss had swallowed up all the sounds.

The next instant, perhaps due to the sudden transmission of thunder collected from above, the reeds began to move more violently.

To everyone's astonishment, the reed suddenly began to vibrate violently like splashing water, just as Hu Ming had said, they "saw" thunder!
Layer upon layer, the bronze reeds vibrate and undulate continuously, displaying the sound waves in a rhythm visible to the naked eye!
Like dominoes, one layer of reeds presses down on another, never stopping!