Corpse Retriever.
Chapter 198
Chapter 198
Runsheng saw Uncle Shan, who had a calm and reserved look on his face.
This was the first time that Runsheng had seen such an expression on his grandfather's face since he could remember. After all, his grandfather had always had a bad temper and his emotions were clearly shown on his face.
What Tan Wenbin saw was his father, Tan Yunlong. If he cut out the face on the high tower alone, it would be suitable to be pasted on the tombstone. Then, zooming out, he could see his mother crying in the rain, his helpless self, his father and his colleagues in police uniforms, and the bureau leaders who were giving the family their final comfort.
What Lin Shuyou saw was his own grandfather, who was wearing the makeup of an officer, but he no longer looked murderous. Instead, he looked desolate and dead.
What Zhao Yi saw was Old Man Tian, lifeless, just like the old man who was sent home after being disabled and lay motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Later, I persuaded him again and again and asked him to help me continue to pound herbs to make medicine, which gave him hope and vitality again.
"Ah……"
A smile appeared on Zhao Yi's lips.
It is you that I saw here.
When I get back and tell Old Tian about this, I'm sure he will roll over in his bed with joy.
Yuan saw an old white ape with a lid on its head. The inside was boiling, white and steaming.
There was no light in the old ape's eyes, as if he had already accepted this fate.
Yu Miaomiao saw an old woman who was intimidating without even getting angry. Her status in the Yu family was equivalent to that of Liu Yumei in the Liu family. She was the grandmother in charge.
But as time went by, I saw that hair started to grow on my grandmother's face, her eyes became round, and a beard grew around her lips.
A hint of confusion also appeared in Yu Miaomiao's eyes.
She couldn't tell who she was seeing because she couldn't tell who she was.
Li Zhuiyuan saw a face, but just a face.
This face seemed to be trying very hard to change into a certain appearance, but always failed.
Last time in A Li’s dream, Li Zhuiyuan was unable to see the face of the man in black robe.
I originally thought that the man had deliberately concealed his true appearance, but it seems that I misunderstood him. It's not that he was pretending to be profound, but that he failed to see the human side of me.
What Yin Meng saw was his grandfather, and then his grandfather quickly disappeared.
She began to panic.
The person she respected the most was her grandfather, but this love for him had long been worn away by the years after ten years of careful care.
After grandpa's face disappeared, it turned into a special face.
This face is lifeless, like a clay statue.
In Fengdu, his statues and paintings are everywhere.
Ever since he was old enough to understand, Yin Meng has been repeatedly told by his grandfather that his ancestor was Yin Changsheng and that his blood flows in his body.
And when the face of Yin Changsheng's statue was reflected, the bell on the tower rang again.
"Buzz!"
That face was retracted and no longer visible.
Except for Li Zhuiyuan, everyone's gaze froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.
Everyone was extremely fearful and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
It is hard to imagine how terrible it would be to fight against such a being.
No need for magic, no need for formations, and even no need for words...
The person is simply standing there, and your consciousness and emotions are automatically affected by him.
Suddenly, even though no sunlight could shine in here, the eaves of the pavilion sparkled brightly at this moment, and the light fell on the dining table and began to flow.
Although silent, it is self-evident: please take your seat.
I discovered very early on that this wave has a strong sense of rules, which means that some fixed processes must be followed.
Everyone knows this and has already understood it.
Only Li Zhuiyuan took a special look at Yin Meng.
The young man suspected that this might not be a fixed procedure, but the special role positioning of the Yin family in the world was triggered again.
The benefits left by ancestors can give future generations better opportunities to eat. The Yin family has deeply interpreted this point and they really take it as their livelihood.
Yu Miaomiao and A Yuan entered the pavilion first. Although there was no chairman, she naturally chose to sit in a position facing the white path when she came.
Runsheng and Tan Wenbin sat down next to them respectively. They were in the best physical condition, so it could be considered a form of isolation and protection.
After everyone sat down, a chair became empty.
Zhao Yi sat down next to Li Zhuiyuan, pointed at the wine glass in front of him, and said with a smile: "Shall we have a drink together?"
Directly above the wine glass, facing the opening, drops of water drip at intervals, allowing it to be replenished while constantly evaporating due to the heat waves under the table. It is very ingenious.
Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "You can't drink alcohol during the brain development stage."
Zhao Yi trembled with his lips, thinking: Does your brain need to grow longer?
However, he was just talking and didn't really dare to drink the wine here.
As for the dishes on the table, they look delicious, but who knows how many years they have been here. They are pure zombie meat.
No one picked up their chopsticks or drinks. Everyone sat quietly, waiting for the process to be completed.
Runsheng kept swallowing his saliva.
Li Zhuiyuan said, "Brother Runsheng, eat if you want."
The host would not put poison in the dish. Of course, the dish itself... doesn't need to be poisoned either.
Runsheng was very surprised and delighted. He picked up the chopsticks and started picking up the food with a smile.
Under the wide-eyed gazes of Yu Miaomiao and A Yuan, he put the delicacies into his mouth and chewed them with enjoyment.
When eating these dishes, he would not burn incense.
In the past, when Runsheng followed Li Sanjiang to have a vegetarian meal, he would be arranged in a corner after the meal started. Li Sanjiang would instruct the host to serve him some dishes and a small bucket of rice.
This is not only because Runsheng has special eating habits, but also because he eats too much. If he really eats as much as he can at the table, the people at the table will definitely not be full.
But today, no one competed with him for the meal, it was all his.
The dish in front of him was finished, and Runsheng stood up and picked up the dishes in the distance.
Tan Wenbin wanted to bring the dish in front of him to Runsheng, and tried to take it with his hands, but found that all the bowls and plates on the table were fixed to the stone table.
This was not built like this from the beginning, but it was left unused for too long, causing adhesion.
Tan Wenbin had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks and help Runsheng pick up the food.
A Yuan also stood up to help Runsheng.
Although the two sides have opposite positions and will fight to the death in the future, this does not affect his appreciation for Runsheng.
Yu Miaomiao asked, "Can you eat it?"
Yuan shook his head.
Yu Miaomiao: "What about him?"
Yuan shook his head again.
Yin Meng whispered, "It's rare to see Runsheng eating so happily, this is the only meal."
Tan Wenbin: “This is not difficult.”
Yin Meng asked curiously, "Do you have a way to do it?"
Tan Wenbin nodded: "First, find a chicken that is old enough to be a grandmother, and then find a duck that is old enough to be a grandfather, and then cook them into a dish."
At first, no one knew how long the seating process would take, but gradually, everyone saw the countdown.
Because Runsheng had almost finished the food on the table and there was no more food left, so the party had to end.
Seeing that Runsheng was already doing the final cleaning of the battlefield, the others at the table began to cast their eyes towards the tall tower from time to time.
That face never appeared again.
Finally, Runsheng finished eating.
He patted his stomach gently with his hand. It felt so good to fill his stomach with dishes alone without relying on staple food.
At this moment, the middle of the stone table sank first, and then slowly rose up, placing three identical signs on it, with the same marks on the palms of the three people before.
Yu Miaomiao's eyes were shining, as if she had been waiting for a long time.
Yuan stood up and tried to help her, but as soon as his hand touched a sign, fire started on it. He immediately moved his hand away and the fire went out.
Yu Miaomiao had no choice but to reach out and take it herself, and this time, the sign did not catch fire.
It seems that only those who have received the invitation before are eligible to get this sign at this time.
Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi also took one piece each.
As soon as I got the sign, I felt an immediate connection with the tall tower.
Holding it, you can enter the tower.
Yu Miaomiao couldn't wait any longer, so she stood up from her seat and walked straight towards the tall tower, followed closely by A Yuan.
Zhao Yi and Li Zhuiyuan were not in a hurry and still sat on their chairs.
Li Zhuiyuan held the sign, his eyes thoughtful.
Zhao Yi played with the sign between his fingertips, flicking it away and catching it again.
The two of them glanced at each other inadvertently, and could understand each other's thoughts.
Even at this point, the rules are still very much in place.
It is hard not to think deeply about the real purpose of this wave.
Zhao Yi: "I'm beginning to wonder what the purpose of our coming here is."
Zhao Yi put some emphasis on the word "effect" and deliberately did not use the words "purpose" and "significance".
"Function" is more like a tool, an object, placed where it is needed.
Li Zhuiyuan: "What was the role of those who died in the fight for the first piece of broken jade..."
Zhao Yi: "Their death gave us the opportunity to open the door and start the feast."
Li Zhuiyuan: "...that's what our role is."
"Ha!" Zhao Yi nodded vigorously several times in succession, "That's indeed the truth."
In the past, when traveling on the river, there was no strong sense of rules, and everyone had to work hard to find and distinguish clues.
This time, the rules are like a built canal, and you are the water in it, and you can only flow in the direction planned by it.
The degree of freedom has been greatly reduced, and this seems to foreshadow the irreversibility of the final outcome.
Those who died in the first round while fighting for the broken jade became consumables, but who can guarantee that the winner of the first round who received the invitation would not be another kind of consumable?
Li Zhuiyuan: "So, there are three invitations, and you have to choose one from the three."
This is the aesthetic of nature. It will not set up a dead end. No matter when, it will always give you a chance to struggle, even if it is only on the surface.
If it's a choice between three, and the two of them still have some trust in each other, then they will definitely push that silly girl out.
Zhao Yi: "What if it's a choice of two out of three?"
Li Zhuiyuan: "If it's a choice between three, it depends on whether there is any external interference."
As he said this, Li Zhuiyuan looked towards the tall tower.
If nothing unexpected happens, there should be conditions for intervention inside the tower.
Zhao Yi: "What if there is no external interference?"
Li Zhuiyuan: "I will deal with her first, then you."
Zhao Yi: "What if there is external interference?"
Li Zhuiyuan said frankly: "I will find a way to join forces with her to deal with you first, because you have brains."
Zhao Yi smiled and said, "Under this premise, shouldn't she cooperate with me and deal with you first?"
Li Zhuiyuan: "She may not have the brains to do that."
Zhao Yi nodded and agreed with it.
"Hey, what are you two waiting for?"
Yu Miaomiao stood in front of the tower and shouted towards here.
Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi walked out of the pavilion and headed towards the tower, and the others followed.
On the gate of the tower, there are three ancient bronze mirrors, which refract three faint lights downwards and fall to the ground.
Yu Miaomiao held her sign, placed it in a dim light, and waved her other hand to urge.
Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi also took out their own signs and let them bathe in the dim light.
"Click..."
The tower gate opens.
Only those holding the token can enter, otherwise it will trigger a terrible ban.
Yu Miaomiao walked in first.
Her eagerness represented her grasp of the inside story here.
The Yu family obviously has a deeper understanding of this place, which is not surprising, after all, their ancestors worked as teachers here.
However, Yu Miaomiao said earlier that she could share the clues here.
After coming out of the whirlpool of black water and passing through the long white road, Li Zhuiyuan did not mention this matter to her.
This was also part of the reason why she pretended to be asleep later.
She doesn't want to say it, so she'll just deny it if she can.
Li Zhuiyuan didn't want to ask, because the result of asking might not be true, and even if she really wanted to tell the truth, it might not be "true".
If the Yu family really knew the correct secrets here, Yu Zangsheng would not have fallen to this point.
This is untrue information. You can listen to it in your spare time and see if you can filter out some useful information. But here, at such a critical moment, there is no need to accept such misleading information.
But, if I didn’t ask, why didn’t Zhao Yi ask either?
He did meet Yu Zangsheng, but Zhao Yi did not.
Li Zhuiyuan glanced at Zhao Yi beside him.
The young man understood, and because he didn't ask, Zhao Yi felt there was no need to ask.
He is using himself as a ladder.
If there is a mountain in front of you, you can climb up and look far into the distance.
He really has the legacy of Zhao Wuyang now.
After Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi walked into the tower gate, it was immediately closed and the rest of the people stayed outside.
The light on the first floor was a little dim, with a lamp that was always on.
Zhao Yi: "What kind of style is this? If it's emerald or white jade outside, it's bright enough to hurt your eyes, but in this innermost and core position, there's actually a light on."
The first floor is very empty, but there are murals on the walls.
Unlike the previous individual stone carvings on the White Road, the murals here have obvious continuity.
Yu Miaomiao didn't stay here and went straight to the second floor.
What a cocky girl.
She should have known the message of the mural here a long time ago, but this is not a stair climbing competition where whoever runs faster wins.
Even if it is information told to you by your parents, you still need to verify it when necessary.
Just as Yu Miaomiao went up to the second floor, she heard a bell ringing at the stairs.
Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi were unmoved. They would have to go up later anyway, so they just walked along the wall and quickly went through the murals here.
The first chapter of the mural depicts a goddess ascending to heaven.
However, this picture is not beautiful, but rather bloody and cruel.
Her blood flowed down, dripping along her toes and continuing to flow along the ground.
The traces of blood, especially the V-shape, reminded Li Zhuiyuan of the Lijiang tourist map he had seen. It should be the first bend of the Yangtze River.
Therefore, the meaning of this picture is similar to the transformation of Kuafu's body after his death in the story of chasing the sun.
The goddess' blood turned into a river, but what about her falling flesh and other parts?
Looking at the broken flesh separated from the goddess' body in the painting, which is emitting a special green crystal, is it the jade here?
Li Zhuiyuan didn't believe that the goddess had ascended to heaven.
But he could understand that this first painting should be used to explain the reason for the formation of this secret place.
The next few paintings are not very meaningful. They record that someone, whose identity is unknown, came here, and traces of human construction gradually appeared here.
Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi quickly skipped over them because the buildings in the paintings were different from what they saw when they came.
Obviously, the current architecture and layout here should have been completely finalized by someone later, so there is no need to look at the things before that.
This omission directly omitted one third of the content.
Finally, in a painting, the prototypes of stairs and three stone gates appeared, with a large number of laborers working in between.
From here on, the style of painting changed, becoming more delicate and realistic.
Obviously, the painter himself was aware that the previous depictions were all myths and legends.
A college was opened here, attracting more and more people to study and communicate here, including accepting worship from princes and nobles.
Next is the development history of the academy and the finalization of the architecture here.
Another third has passed, and the style of painting has changed again.
All the people here knelt on the ground to worship, and green river water poured in from the sky, completely filling and flooding the place.
No one struggled, no one resisted. Although the images in the painting are not detailed enough to show facial expressions, one can still see a sense of excitement and desire from the group performance.
In the following murals, there appeared an archway, a white road, and this tall tower.
Then comes the interior of the tower. In the painting, the doors and windows of the tower are wide open. From the second floor onwards, one can see many people drinking, having fun, and chatting freely on every floor.
When they saw this, Zhao Yi and Li Zhuiyuan subconsciously raised their eyes and looked upwards.
It seems that there are many people in this tower besides the one who appeared earlier.
They obviously can't be so lively now...but they should still be here.
In the next painting, a group of people appear in front of the tower.
I counted the number, it was unknown, I used the first-person perspective, standing among the crowd, looking at the tall tower in front.
Zhao Yi: "I originally thought there would be eight or nine people, that would be interesting."
Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "Do you really want to be the destiny man?"
Zhao Yi: "Tsk, I like this title."
In the last third of the article, from the perspective of the painter, what he actually paints is the future.
In short, a group of people will come here, enter the tower, and start climbing up.
As they walked, there would be one more person next to each of them.
Because the characters here are painted in two different ways, one can clearly distinguish the difference between the "man of destiny" and the natives drinking and having fun in the tower.
After the destined person enters the tower and walks up floor by floor, as he walks, he will be followed by a person who was originally chatting and leisurely in the tower.
Zhao Yi: "Does this mean that we are going to find a companion?"
Li Zhuiyuan: “Well, the conditions for external intervention have arrived.”
The meaning of the painting is obscure, yet clear.
A smile appeared on Zhao Yi's face. If that was the case, then his current disadvantage would no longer be a disadvantage.
The penultimate painting shows two overlapping figures with a special ray of light shining on them as they ring the bell.
In the last painting, a white and crystal hand appeared above the scroll, as if guiding people, and the real Tianmen Fairy Palace appeared above it.
Below the scroll, the black shadows in the high tower, the corpse pit, all the jades, and even the singers and dancers on the white road, all flew off the ground and headed towards the fairy palace together.
This scene of densely packed people ascending collectively has a strange sense of horror.
Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the penultimate painting of a scene in which a bell was being rung on the top of a high tower. There were two overlapping figures ringing the bell, but it could be seen that one was the man of destiny and the other was a native of the high tower.
Zhao Yi: "Only one side can survive, choose two out of three."
Li Zhuiyuan: “Yes.”
Zhao Yi pointed to the "group of people" in the painting in front and said, "Since they deliberately used an unknown number to indicate it, it proves that every once in a while, a group of people would come in here, and everyone wanted to ring the bell. Look at this painting again, after the bell was successfully rung, it was covered with rosy clouds. This is a great opportunity, a fairy fate." Li Zhuiyuan: "Fairy fate."
Zhao Yi: "What this means is that even if the final winner cannot achieve the result of ascending to heaven in broad daylight, he will still gain huge benefits."
Li Zhuiyuan: “Maybe.”
Zhao Yi: "Why do you seem to be in a bad mood? Is it because you think you are going to lose me?"
Li Zhuiyuan didn't say anything, but pointed at the stairs, indicating that it was time to go up to the second floor.
As the two of them walked up the stairs, Zhao Yi asked, "Who was that face that appeared on the top floor earlier?" Then Zhao Yi asked himself, "Is it the person who officially established this place?"
Li Zhuiyuan: “That should be it.”
However, the black-robed man in A'li's dream clearly said that he had a grudge against a certain Dragon King of the Qin and Liu families. Based on this calculation, combined with the time when this place was built, it seems that there is a mismatch.
The Qin and Liu families have a long history, but they had conflicts with the people who built this place... The timing is a bit too far-fetched. Probably only the true first-generation Dragon Kings of the Qin and Liu families can barely be qualified.
Li Zhuiyuan had a lot of confused thoughts in his mind.
The main thing is that this place is not static. Since the layout here was established, people continue to come in. Yu Zangsheng is a typical example.
Including myself and others now, we were forced here by the river water.
Too many people have come here, which will definitely have a continuous impact on this place.
Zhao Yi: "Hey, you are keeping a secret from me."
Li Zhuiyuan: "Well, we are competitors now, aren't we?"
Zhao Yi pinched his fragile heart with his hands and said sadly: "Okay, okay!"
Li Zhuiyuan: "Didn't you also deliberately mislead me when you just told me this?"
Zhao Yi: "It doesn't matter if I do this. You won't be misled by me anyway."
The two of them came to the second floor, where there were tables with fine wine and delicious food, but there was no noise of drinking and chatting. Everyone sat quietly in their seats.
They were dressed in different clothes and of different ages, but they were all dead.
He died peacefully with a smile on his face.
There was a bell hanging in front of each person, and when Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi stepped onto the second floor, all the bells rang.
"Hush~" Zhao Yi whistled and said with a smile, "It seems that everyone is very satisfied with us and is willing to follow us."
The ringing of the bell means willingness to be chosen and is also a form of recognition.
Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi observed the bell carefully.
The bell has a unique design with a circle of upward grooves on the outside.
This is actually a special restriction on this tower.
The tower suppressed everyone here.
This is easy to understand. The environment here is special, and the corpse can be perfectly preserved without being eroded by time.
Those who can enter this tower are all people from the Xuanmen sect. The bodies of these people have been kept for such a long time that if they are not suppressed, there will definitely be problems.
The purpose of this bell is also very simple, and almost anyone with a little knowledge of formations can figure it out.
All you need to do is drip your own blood into the groove of the bell to fill it up, and then the tower's restriction on the corpse corresponding to the bell will be temporarily lifted.
Like a small blood sacrifice ceremony.
Just like the folk custom of dripping blood into wine and drinking it together to recognize brotherhood.
If you don't drip blood into the bell and touch the corpse here, you will suffer the same suppression from the tower.
Rules, the rules in the tower are also strict.
Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi just walked around and observed among the crowd, but did not make any selection.
Even if I had to choose, I wouldn’t choose on the second floor.
Then, the two went up to the third floor.
The third floor has the same layout as the second floor, but there are half as many people.
When the two came up, all the bells began to ring again. It seemed that they were still very welcome here.
Half of the people on the fourth floor were gone again, but the bells were still ringing.
The fifth floor, the sixth floor, the seventh floor...all the way to the eighth floor, the same goes.
As the floors went up, the number of corpses became fewer and fewer, but the pressure emanating from the corpses became more and more intense.
Logically speaking, they were already dead and were suppressed by the tower, so it was impossible for them to reveal any breath.
Therefore, this kind of pressure is something that one carries with him/herself. Only if one has done many remarkable things or is a truly remarkable person, can one display the aura of a tiger whose might still lingers even after its death.
Li Zhuiyuan: "Have you seen your relatives?"
Zhao Yi seemed to have heard something extremely absurd, pointed his finger at his nose and asked back:
"How dare you ask me this question? Who has as many relatives as you do?"
In the martial arts world, the most influential family is naturally the Dragon King Family.
When a family frequently produces Dragon Kings, it also means that there are more outstanding people of the same generation in the family.
These people must have been to many places in their lives. Of course, the more dangerous and mysterious the place, the greater the probability of their bodies appearing.
In the history of Jiujiang Zhao, there was only one Dragon King, Zhao Wuyang. Although the Zhao family did not decline, there was no Dragon King in later generations. This shows that this was the height of Zhao Wuyang alone, not the height of the entire Jiujiang Zhao. The gap is obvious.
The Qin family and the Liu family are orthodox Dragon King families. Their population is declining nowadays, but in terms of ancestral heritage, they are really not afraid of anyone.
Moreover, by the time of Li Zhuiyuan's generation, he was in charge of two Dragon King gates, which meant that the two families of relatives could merge into one.
Although Li Zhuiyuan's surname was Li, and Liu Yumei did not let Li Zhuiyuan change it, once they entered the family, the ancestors of the two families were equivalent to Li Zhuiyuan's ancestors, because the inheritance relationship is inherently deeper and more important than the blood relationship, and is more valued.
Li Zhuiyuan: "I'm not lying to you. I don't see any of my relatives here. My ancestors were not very interested in becoming immortals."
Zhao Yi: "I didn't lie to you. I don't see any of my relatives here. My ancestors must have been interested in becoming immortals, but they didn't have the ability to break in here."
When they were about to go up to the ninth floor, Zhao Yi signaled Li Zhuiyuan to stop:
"Wait a minute, I'll go up first."
"Okay." Li Zhuiyuan stopped.
The higher the floor, the higher the corresponding requirements, and the more nervous Zhao Yi became. This was a test of his own quality.
He was worried that after he and the boy went up to the ninth floor, the bells would continue to ring. Who were they ringing for?
Don't just play it for yourself, but also for yourself to laugh along and feel good about yourself.
Zhao Yi went up to the ninth floor and all the bells rang.
After hearing the noise, Li Zhuiyuan also walked into the ninth floor, and all the bells rang again.
Zhao Yi had a smile on his face.
Li Zhuiyuan: "You can actually be more confident."
Zhao Yi: "Before I met you, I was always confident."
Next, go up to the tenth floor.
Just like before, Zhao Yi went up first and Li Zhuiyuan waited on the stairs.
There were only nine people left on the tenth floor, and each person had a separate armchair. As soon as Zhao Yi came up, he felt a tremendous pressure, and beads of sweat began to seep out of his forehead.
The bells rang, and this time, only two of the nine bells rang.
Li Zhuiyuan walked up the stairs, and all nine bells rang.
Zhao Yi: "Look, the gap is revealed."
Li Zhuiyuan said nothing.
Zhao Yi: "I think I can only choose on the tenth floor. There is no chance for me above that."
Li Zhuiyuan still didn't say anything.
Zhao Yi came over: "However, this does not prevent me from going upstairs with you to take a look."
The twelfth floor is the big clock, so there are only people on the next eleven floors.
Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi walked up together.
Yu Miaomiao is also here, she holds talisman paper in her left hand and incense in her right hand.
There are only three people on this floor, and each of them has a sitting bed, occupying three sides except the staircase.
A white-haired old man in a purple Taoist robe, with a whisk hanging down to his knees, looks like an immortal.
A middle-aged woman in a black dress, holding a sword, exudes a sharp aura.
The third person has white hair and a youthful face, and it is impossible to tell his exact age. He lies on his side on the bed, supporting his head with his left hand and holding an open book in his right hand.
His eyes were closed and the pages were blank.
The people downstairs still have some power even after their death, but the three people here give people an even stronger and more special feeling, that is... they are still alive even after their death.
When Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi came up, none of the three bells rang.
However, there is no need to feel disappointed because Yu Miaomiao feels the same way. If the bell rang, she would not have to perform the worship ceremony here.
The talisman paper burned and turned into ashes, and the fragrance quickly disappeared in an instant.
Yu Miaomiao performed the Yu family's etiquette to the three people:
"I am Yu Miaomiao, a member of the Luoyang Yu family. I would like to ask the seniors to help me win this chance to become an immortal!"
Just as he finished speaking, a bell sounded. It was the woman in the black dress holding the sword.
The sword seemed to sense something and was slightly unsheathed, making a slight sound.
Yu Miaomiao showed a happy expression and bowed to the woman again: "Thank you very much, senior. I will never forget your kindness!"
After saying that, Yu Miaomiao cut her fingertips with her nails and dripped blood into the bell. As the groove of the bell was gradually filled with blood, the suppressive aura of the high tower on the woman gradually dissipated.
Finally, the bell fell off and landed in Yu Miaomiao's hand. She waved it gently, and the woman in the black dress got up from the bed.
Yu Miaomiao was walking in front, and the woman in the black dress was following behind.
When she came closer, Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi felt a sharp pain on their skin exposed outside their clothes.
You have to know that this is just the state of not opening your eyes and still being in the high tower environment.
A gentle gust of air came out from the high tower and blew only on Yu Miaomiao, moving her hair, as if giving guidance, indicating that she could go downstairs now.
Yu Miaomiao walked to Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi and stopped, then spoke to Zhao Yi first:
"Try to see if your Jiujiang Zhao's name can be called out?"
Then, she looked at Li Zhuiyuan and said contemptuously: "This is not a place you can come to."
Li Zhuiyuan nodded.
Yu Zangsheng once angrily called her a fool, saying that she still didn't know the identity of her opponent.
She was not pretending, just like she had forgotten to hold a piece of broken jade in her hand as insurance, she really had never strongly doubted the boy's identity and background.
Li Zhuiyuan really didn't like to reveal his identity in front of living people, but under normal circumstances, after a little contact, one could see the clues from each other's methods.
For example, Zhao Yi next to him, he saw it at the beginning.
Yu Miaomiao, holding a bell, went downstairs with the woman in the black dress.
The last words he left were: "Hurry up and don't keep me waiting on the ground floor for too long."
Zhao Yi couldn't help but laugh: "How does she stay so confident?"
Li Zhuiyuan: "That's good. I can be happy all the time."
At this time, because one bell had been taken off, the eternal lamp on this floor seemed to become a little dimmer, and this momentum was still continuing slowly.
This should be an urging from the tower, meaning that we have to hurry.
Li Zhuiyuan asked Zhao Yi, "Do you want to pay your respects?"
Zhao Yi shook his head: "Forget it, let's not waste this effort. I'll go back to the first floor and choose between happiness and happiness."
Zhao Yi waved and walked downstairs.
Li Zhuiyuan's eyes wandered between the scholar and the old man.
He is making a decision, and this decision is very difficult.
My eyes swept across the eternal lamp. What a pity, there is not much time left.
Zhao Yi was standing on the tenth floor. A man and a woman were sitting on two chairs in front of him.
Earlier, it was these two who rang the bell for themselves.
Zhao Yi rubbed his chin with his fingers.
"Choose two out of three? If I keep one out of three, then I'm doomed."
The girl from the Yu family was very strong, both before and after her injury. Moreover, she had brought a helper down from the eleventh floor, but Zhao Yi felt that he still had a chance to fight her.
But the problem is that there is a teenager living upstairs.
He really didn't have the confidence to compete with the young man for that glimmer of hope for life.
"A glimmer of hope... a glimmer of hope..."
The gap between life and death on Zhao Yi's forehead began to move rapidly.
He didn't want to die, he wanted to live, and he hurriedly joined this wave just to prolong his life.
He quickly reviewed the contents of the mural on the first floor in his mind, especially the last third.
He looked confused: "Is there another, stranger truth? What is the quality of the ringing bells here testing?"
Zhao Yi spread out his hands and clenched his fists.
Then he raised one finger, but when he tried to raise the second one, he couldn't.
Because for him, this idea has only a 10% chance of success.
It's even less than that, simply because it's impossible for him to chop his little finger into several pieces to express it more accurately.
"If that's the case, it's crazy and no different from gambling."
Zhao Yi shook his head and re-calculated from a different angle the probability that if he invited one of the two to go, he would eventually defeat the girl from the Yu family and the young man at the same time.
He held his strength, his heart pounding, and the gap between life and death began to twist, but in the end, he couldn't even stick out his little finger.
"Isn't this a sure thing?"
Zhao Yi was tired and sat on the ground.
"Snapped!"
He opened a can of Jianlibao, which he had taken from the backpack of his good friend Lin Shuyou. The guy didn't want to give it to him at first, saying that it was all prepared for Brother Xiaoyuan.
When I said, if you don’t give it to me, I will ask Brother Tan for it, Lin Shuyou readily stuffed a can into my hand.
"Gurgling..."
"Cough...cough..."
Zhao Yi choked because he drank too quickly.
He wiped his nose and mouth with his sleeve, then shook it off with all his strength and fell backwards:
"Forget it, let's take a gamble!"
……
Eleventh floor.
Li Zhuiyuan walked up to the scholar, cut his finger, and let his blood drip onto the bell in front of the scholar.
But after it had dripped a little more than halfway, he withdrew his finger, put the fingertip into his mouth, and sucked it gently.
He really didn't have this habit before, but now, he especially cherishes every drop of his blood. He might be forced to eat an egg at Brother Runsheng's place just because of the loss of this drop of blood.
Of course, the reason why the bell was not fully filled was not because of this.
After a lot of blood accumulated in the bell, the tower's suppression of the scholar was greatly reduced.
Li Zhuiyuan tried to reach out and grab the wordless book in the scholar's hand.
However, as soon as his fingertips touched the book, a force that was still extremely strong for him fell on him.
The young man's body swayed at first, then he staggered and sat on the ground.
"The formation here is really amazing."
Li Zhuiyuan stood up, clapped his hands, then spread out his right palm, and a blood mist slowly overflowed.
The young man's eyes scanned the surroundings, his fingertips kept moving as he set up a formation.
It is simply impossible for him to destroy this tower at the moment. Even if the person who designed this tower tries personally, he will not succeed.
However, Li Zhuiyuan felt that if he dug a little deeper, he still had a chance. He just needed to reduce the suppressive effect of the area in front of him.
……
Time passes slowly.
The brightness of the eternal lamp has become very weak, and along with it, a repulsive force gradually arises in the tower.
On the first floor, Yu Miaomiao, standing side by side with the woman in a black skirt and holding a sword, stood in front of the tower gate and muttered to herself angrily:
"What a lazy donkey!"
……
Eleventh floor.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Thin strips of ceramics appeared around Li Zhuiyuan, they quickly rotated and crossed each other, and finally, when the young man clenched his hands, they all solidified and the formation took shape!
Li Zhuiyuan did not dare to delay, not only because the rejection and urging of him in the tower became more and more obvious, but also because the temporary formation he designed himself could only be maintained for a very short time.
The young man's hand grabbed the wordless book in the scholar's hand.
"what……"
It hurts, it still hurts. I feel like my skin and flesh are about to be squeezed and my bones are about to crack.
The boy clenched his teeth and exerted force until his knuckles turned white.
At last,
"Snapped!"
The wordless book was taken from the scholar by the young man!
The formation disappears.
Li Zhuiyuan supported his knees with his hands, lowered his head, and gasped violently.
It was really not easy and I felt very reluctant, but fortunately, I managed it myself.
Li Zhuiyuan walked downstairs with the book.
As soon as I reached the tenth floor, I saw Zhao Yi holding the stair railing and breathing heavily. He looked like a withered flower.
Li Zhuiyuan: "Why are you still here? I thought you had gone down."
When setting up the formation upstairs, Li Zhuiyuan isolated himself from the outside world because he had no time to pay attention to what was happening on the other floors.
"I'm waiting for you."
Li Zhuiyuan looked behind Zhao Yi and didn't see anyone following him.
Looking around the entire tenth floor, there were nine people, all sitting on chairs, not one missing.
Li Zhuiyuan: "Where are your people?"
Zhao Yi: "I didn't shout. I don't want to gamble anymore. I just admit defeat. I hope you will be gentle when you kill me because of my cooperation."
Soon, Zhao Yi also tried to look behind Li Zhuiyuan. He was shocked at first, then overjoyed, and then suspicious:
"No, where are your people? You've been up there for so long, haven't you been able to shout?"
"I didn't shout."
Zhao Yi opened his mouth, this time with a look of complete ecstasy on his face: "Hahaha, it looks like my bet was right. I'm finally going to be right for once!"
Li Zhuiyuan: “That’s not necessarily true.”
Zhao Yi said indifferently: "It's okay, we'll die together. I don't feel it's a loss to have you buried with me."
Li Zhuiyuan: "Let's go down. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid you'll suffer a cardiac arrest from the pressure here."
"Yeah." Zhao Yi grabbed the railing and followed the boy down the stairs. As he walked, he asked again, "You didn't shout, so why did you stay up there for so long?"
Li Zhuiyuan, who was walking in front, raised the wordless book in his hand:
"After all, since I'm here, I might as well steal someone's treasure."
(End of this chapter)
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