One hundred and ninetieth chapters when the death is in progress
On the fertile fields on the outskirts of Backlund, a river started in the distance, curved next to the cliff, and then flowed into the distance.
One side of the cliff is bare, showing pure white rocks. Looking from a distance, under the transparent air separated from the city, the sunlight gently covers it, giving people a holy and warm beautiful touch.
At the bend of the river, there is a hidden but not so hidden underground entrance, like an ordinary cave, hidden behind weeds and shrubs, as if it is waiting for the arrival of the destined person.
And not long after, a foot stepped on the green grass, standing quietly in front of the cave entrance, as if waiting for something.
"This is the only place." Snow took a deep look at the hole that seemed to be swallowing all life, and finally sighed.
He has made various attempts in the past month, and even tried the two conditioned reflexes, but he doesn't know whether it is because he is prepared or has adapted to the relationship between the two reflexes. There is still a small part of his consciousness that has not been integrated according to his expectations.
stand up.
Sometimes Snow even wanted to "kick those disobedient minds out of the team" directly, but after careful consideration, he gave up this idea.
After all, these things now seem to be just individual light spots of consciousness, but Snow will never forget that their true identity is his soul that has been chopped into pieces.
No one knows whether there will be any hidden dangers in abandoning this part of the soul. At least Snow will not try this approach until he has no other choice.
Seeing that it was almost mid-December, Snow finally made a decision after compiling an ancestor's diary for Ke Ting again.
After passing through the part that was originally eroded by the wind, Snow's feet stepped on the solid black historical stairs. Even after thousands of years of erosion, the place still maintains sufficient hardness, unlike the undefended entrance.
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Asymmetrical stone pillars were arranged on both sides. The layout was enough to drive obsessive-compulsive disorder patients completely crazy, which made Snow's brows jump slightly.
The simple and explosive patterns like knife and ax pave a wide path for the underground tomb.
The shadow of an angel with thirty-six wings floated quietly beside Snow, and its soft and holy light brought light to the underground that had been dark for an unknown period of time.
Snow walked slowly forward on the road, and not long after, he came to a huge, heavy dark gray double stone door——
Just like other buildings in the Fourth Age, this door is obviously not very symmetrical. There are considerable differences in the pattern on it, the width on the left and right, and even the angle of the arc. This is also due to Snow's difficulty in choosing.
For experienced patients who have been suffering from chronic disease, if it had been the time when they first traveled through time, they would have had to take a file to repair all the unpleasant spots before they could give up.
At this time, the stone door that the folding fan used to torture obsessive-compulsive disorder has been opened. Although the opening is not large, it can already allow one person to enter and exit. However, even with the light of "Medanzo", it is still impossible to see clearly the scene behind the door through this gap.
"It's here." Snow comforted himself softly, took a deep breath and walked through the door. At the same time, his body was also covered with a layer of strange power.
[Zi Fei I] unfolded, and Snow's sense of presence was forcibly suppressed. Although there were many valuable monsters here, he did not come here to kill monsters and earn money. He bypassed those partitions whose functions he did not know.
Nuo followed the layout of the noble tombs of the Fourth Age and headed towards the main tomb.
Most of the monsters in the corridor were around sequence seven, and Snow's existence could not even be observed. After easily avoiding them, Snow saw a brown wooden picture frame.
"This is the ghost frame in the original work that can steal people's souls? Stealing souls...is this at least the ability of dream stealers?" Assessing the weight of the characteristics in this frame, Snow hesitated for a moment, but still
He restrained his greed.
He knew clearly that Amon had the ability to eat the extraordinary characteristics of Gou San's family and spit out clones, so there was no reason to keep a copy of the extraordinary characteristics of a high level in the frame.
Even if the original book was taken away by the Mechanicus Church, he still felt that there might be a trap. Although he was here to seek death, seeking death was not the same as committing suicide.
Snow, who had a deep understanding of Amon's ability to lay out random things, did not intend to gamble on such an unknown thing. After carefully bypassing the frame, he came to the entrance of the main tomb chamber.
Looking at the black stone door with patterns like knives and axes in front of him, Snow stretched out his hand and touched the gray-white disc inlaid in the center.
This disc is divided into twelve grids like a dial, with a black pointer in the center. However, like all the architectural styles of the Fourth Age, the grids on this disc are not uniform, but can drive people to death like obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Some are big and some are small.
The heavy stone door was slowly pushed open, and the spacious tomb came into view. On the high platform in the center, the black coffin exuded a mysterious temperament, and the white candles that had been burning for who knows how many years,
It is firmly inserted into the black lamp stands around it.
"No extraordinary characteristics? I thought there must be at least one clone of Amon living in it."
Snow muttered something in a low voice and put away Metanzo, but the shadow under his feet was stained with a hint of crimson at some point.
He looked at the black corpses in front of him, all of them looked old and decrepit, but upon closer inspection, he could see that they should have died recently.
Picking up the extraordinary items extracted from several corpses, Snow felt a little strange, because only some of the dead here had extraordinary characteristics extracted from them.
He didn't think ordinary people could reach such a place, so the only possibility was that their characteristics happened to match the monsters outside?
So after their death, their characteristics entered the bodies of those monsters based on some special occult principle, and then laid the foundation for the reproduction of more monsters?
However, Snow didn't intend to think too much about this. He picked up those extraordinary characteristics without affecting the state of the corpse as much as possible. He didn't look at it again until he stuffed them into an iron cigarette box and sealed them.
That sarcophagus.
"Everyone is here!"
Snow spat out the four-character mantra for the second time and swallowed hard. If all branch consciousnesses wanted to give up, he would of course follow the good deeds, but now there were just a few fun souls shouting "Hurry up".
In order to teach these happy souls a lesson, I used my veto power to reject the results of the referendum and let the happy souls know that they should not think that because they have fewer people, they can do whatever they want.
Snow took out the silver coins and felt that part of the fun soul was beginning to misfire. Snow stared at the last die-hard elements from his avatar. He popped out the spell, laid a spiritual wall reinforced by white horses and non-horses around it, and then took it out of his arms.
The erudite glasses, amidst the exclamations of countless souls, were slowly brought up towards the right eye...