The Voyage of Exchange - Rebirth from the Dead Chapter 30 The Self-Proclaimed Bard
Then Moengnan began to search around the throne where the body of the God of War was sitting. He planned to finish searching the seat and then stare at the door for a while to see if there were any special patterns or effects.
Carlin, who could see no trace of the mechanism at all, returned to the gate and walked around the temple holding on to the wall, tapping on it all the way, hoping to hear different sounds coming from the wall and floor.
When passing by the murals, Carlin also paid special attention to see if there were large empty spaces on the murals, as well as bones extending outward, especially hands.
Dinefel used his mental limbs in the air to check the ceiling and walls, looking for hollows or places that could be moved. While doing these boring tasks, he was still thinking about whether the patterns had any meaning.
Fagenius waited for them to finish. He was not good at these things anyway, so he found someone to lean on a decorative pillar and watch with his hands.
No mechanism was found in the Throne of Skeletons, which Moengnan focused on searching, and Karin, who was banging around the walls, did not hear any strange sounds. The rest of the place was covered by Dinefir.
Moyo searched for two quarters of an hour. Dinefel found a floor between the throne and the temple door that had a different pronunciation after being knocked. A muffled sound came from below. The width of this skeletal floor was about two meters and the length was one meter. meters. It is impossible to predict the depth below, but at least we can know that it is hollow below. "There is a hollow floor tile here."
Of course, no bones or patterns of special significance could be found on this floor.
"Huh?" Mo Engnan stopped doing the same thing as the greedy businessman next door looking for a mel that fell on the street stall, and looked at the floor tile. After thinking for a while, he went to see if there were any holes in this place. What's the corresponding relationship? Let's take a look at how deep it is and what's special in the middle of the wall.
"Here it comes. So it's in the center." Carlin heard the sound and came over, groping for the edge of the floor, trying to see if he could lift it up. Then he grabbed an irregular bone and lifted it hard, but it didn't move at all.
"Is there a basement down here? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if someone broke in and broke the bricks?" Fageni went over and took a look.
"After all, this is a temple. There may not be many people who can break in. The floor is so heavy. Is there another mechanism?" Carlin guessed.
"Mo Nan, Mo Nan, come here and give it a punch." Fageni's words had a sense of rhythm.
"Isn't this corpse headless? Put Dinefel on its neck and go over and sew it up with a needle?" Fageni took the knife and slashed it under the floor far away from the brick. Look at the hardness of the floor. He slashed the knife and made a very shallow scratch that was almost invisible, and the scratch was slowly disappearing.
"Human centipede, right?" Moengnan thought of some kind of horrible unclean creature he had seen before.
"I don't quite understand. Maybe there will be an answer below?" Carlin said.
"Hurry up, you moron." Fageni waited for a few seconds but did not see Mo Engnan coming.
After a while, Moengnan found a low hole. He used black blood to create an eyeball and switched back to normal vision. It was very deep inside and could not be seen to the bottom. It might need a little light to illuminate it.
"Come on, come on, let me see what's under here." Moeng Nan used magic to light a flame on his hand and shine it.
It is about fifteen feet deep, and there are new holes inside the hole, extending parallel to the wall or diagonally.
Moengnan suddenly thought that this structure might be some kind of orchestral instrument that he had never heard of before.
"Did you see anything?" Carlin asked.
"My good friends, I bet you don't know what I saw." Moeng Nan said with an exaggerated expression. His skull face was expressionless, with only one bloodshot eyeball, which was very scary.
"Well, I'm all ears." Karin stared at him.
"Did you see the other one punch you?" Fageni said disdainfully.
"This is a musical instrument, a very large instrument, maybe as big as the entire temple. There are traces of new or old horizontal secondary processing in these holes." Moeng Nan said to everyone with the professional eyes of a bard.
He announced his discovery while straightening his eyes.
"What the hell? If you want to blow this thing, you have to press close to the wall and exhale?" Fageni obviously didn't believe it.
"It's so strange. When did this happen?" Moengnan walked towards the hollow bricks, feeling melancholy and excited for a while, while still looking for anything in the temple that might be a performance terminal.
Until I walked to the floor tile, there was nothing there. "It is part of some kind of musical instrument. Its position is at a key point of the mural. What kind of things may have been inlaid in it in the past."
"Should we pick up some parts outside?" Carlin thought for a moment, then approached the entrance of the cave, controlled the volume, and shouted "Hey~~~" to listen to what sounds would come from the cave. But after giving it a try, he heard
There was a slightly distorted echo.
"Mo Nan, take a look at your feet. Do you have the desire to punch it?" Fageni encouraged.
Moengnan looked at Fangni with a look that looked at a reckless man. "Good boy, why are you so reckless?" Then he also lifted it up and down to see if it could move. But when he stretched out his bone hand and pulled it, it didn't move at all. "
To be honest, it would be great if that little wolf girl Zate was here. Oh, by the way, someone could send her a message. "Just do it as you think of it. The skeleton immediately directed its emblem and sent a call request to Zate in the distance."
Hello, Zate, are you there?"
"Thank God, it's great that you are okay." After Zate heard her partner's telepathic call, she could finally let go of her previous worries. She took advantage of the dark moon and high winds to sneak out of the farmhouse where she was staying and make a telepathic call.
, find a quiet place to concentrate on communicating with teammates who have lost contact before. "Mr. Moengnan, where are you now? Are Carlin and the others okay?"
"We are working in the land of the underworld now, but we will be able to go back soon. Everyone is safe now, but we don't have two means of resurrection. In addition, I am contacting you to ask for help." Mo Engnan said.
After speaking, he looked at the temple door.
"That's it, Zate. We have now encountered a temple in the underworld, and this temple is made of bones, and there is a mural on the wall. It is about a god in the war realm who was killed by another god in the sun realm.
Now, we are now at a stronghold in the past. There are many holes in this mural. Except for a few, they are basically on the eyes, and there was something inlaid in it before. I looked inside before and found that the criss-crossing holes in it look like
It’s a certain orchestral instrument that I seem to have heard of before I lost my memory. I’m from Nevis, Zate, do you have anything in mind?”
"Huh? The underworld? Well, I feel like you have figured out something terrible over there. As for the musical instrument you mentioned, Mr. Moengnan, let me think about it." Zate thought about himself based on what the skeleton said.
Do you have any knowledge about similar musical instruments, or some information about the structure of such musical instruments?
But... Zate, who was born in the province of Haven, only came into contact with various musical instruments after leaving the prairie, and his knowledge in this area is very shallow.
"It's okay. Think about it carefully. The underworld is actually quite fun and simple. Everyone is very enthusiastic. It's not as bad as most people think. You can come and have fun if you have the opportunity in the future." Moeng Nan consoled him.
"I'm sorry, I don't know much about musical instruments." That's all Zate could do, and he didn't want to leave any falsehood behind.
"Your dance church is all about a cappella singing and dancing. They are really amazing. Zate, I will play the harmonica for you another day to accompany you." Moeng Nan was actually quite surprised, because he really didn't expect this. "Nazate,
Are Sophia and the others here? Can you ask them, they are quite nervous, it may affect whether we can make a big fortune."
Karin recalled the various kinds of music that Zate had sung before. Although he was not very good at it, he still tried to hum an inspiring war song at the entrance of the cave to listen to see if the echo in the cave changed accordingly.
But the echo is nothing special, it's still very distorted and has no texture.
"As for Sophia, she is still in the city. I can't see her for the time being. I think if it's Sophia, maybe I can help you." Zate sighed and replied.
"Then, make a mark?" After Moengnan said, he started to work: "Is Sophia here? I am the skeleton of the underworld. I need you, Sophia, open your eyes." Moengnan called.
"Mo Nan, how about you go to the entrance of the cave and shout, and I'll come over here to see if they can get through." Carlin gave an idea.
Moengnan went to sing a song he wrote in his spare time into the cave. It was about a scary nursery rhyme about a group of children who were abducted at night and then died one after another.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Moengnan, how did you get to the underworld? Weren't we separated on the sea?"
"We were washed up on an island. This island happened to be the hometown of a legend in the underworld on the main material plane. We happened to encounter something wrong with him, so we came down." Moeng Nan informed. "If there is a way to raise Sly,
It would be great if I am." He couldn't help but sigh. "By the way, I am now a slime mutant, living in symbiosis with skeletons."
At this time, Carlin squatted next to the hollow floor, listening to see if there was any sound coming from there, but there was no sound.
He returned to the corpse and looked to see if there were any traces of weapons that had been standing for a long time on the floor where the corpse stretched out its hand. But there were no traces. Even if there had been, the temple itself would have regenerated.
Karin then tried to gently raise his hand and push the God's Corpse's missing right hand, but he couldn't push it.
The corpse of a god still has a normal body temperature. The heart is still beating, and it has not died even after losing its head. It has such huge vitality and is worthy of being the corpse of a god.