In the center of the deep pit below is a small tower tomb carved from a single piece of stone. As expected, the exposed part of the tower body is a statue of the King of Hell.
Looking from above, only the upper half of its body can be seen, with twelve arms stretched out like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, its head slightly lowered, and its eyes staring gloomily below.
Generally, such pagoda tombs have a base underneath. Currently, the base along with the lower half of Yama's body are buried in the pool.
The pool was grey. Although Zhang Zhuxun could see clearly, he couldn't distinguish colors very well. Everything in front of him was gray and white.
He looked around at the surrounding cave walls and found no obvious exits or flaws other than cracks. It was obvious that the strange thing was on the statue in the Tomb of the King of Hell.
Zhang Zhuxun took out a few cold fireworks from the space and flicked them to several corners of the pool. The entire space was illuminated as brightly as day.
When there was no light, he could only see that the bottom of the pool was a uniform white color. When the light from the cold fireworks came on, he realized that the original surroundings of the statue were all made of white gravel, which was similar to that of the King of Hell.
The sand that fell out of the body after it was broken was exactly the same.
Regardless of how the Zhang family transported so much white sand here in the first place, Zhang Chuxun was keenly aware that this place might not be a passage for sacrifices as he originally imagined.
These large quantities of white sand should have been stored here by the Zhang family, and their effect is obvious.
"So it's a storage room?" Zhang Zhuxun squinted his eyes, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, "It's still a production workshop for making the King of Hell."
Comparing the proportions of the living King of Hell, the buried part of the current King of Hell is estimated to be at least two meters deep. With the loose texture of the white sand, if one stepped on it, it would be submerged directly from the soles of the feet to half of the waist.
Zhang Bo estimated the distance from the edge of the pool to the statue, took out the mechanical wrist buckle from the space and put it on his right hand. He pressed and flicked it, and the small silver dart flew straight towards the upright palm of the King of Hell.
The moment he passed by the palm of his hand, Zhang Zhuxun's wrist flicked slightly, and the silver chain drove the small silver dart to turn flexibly in the air like a whip. It went around from behind the King of Hell's arm and clicked on the silver dart.
On the chain, the tail end of the small silver dart is tightly stuck into the chain ring and hooked.
Zhang Zhuxun raised his right hand and dabbed it. The silver chain loop slid down more than ten centimeters and got stuck at the elbow of the King of Hell's arm.
In this situation, I have to praise the Zhang family for their meticulous attention to detail.
Zhang Zhuoxun stepped back, then took two steps, stepped heavily on the edge of the pool to use force, and flew to a high place. The gear in the wrist buckle rotated, and the silver chain continued to shrink rapidly as the distance approached.
With the momentum of his fall, he easily landed on the stone statue and stepped on the outstretched arm of King Yama.
This devil had so many arms for nothing, and the five big and three thick ones are so strong, it would be just right if he stepped on them.
Zhang Zhuxun stepped on his arms and climbed up two more sections, took off the small silver dart wrapped around it and put it back into the wrist buckle.
Standing on the head of the King of Hell, Zhang Zhuxun lit up a cold firework and looked up. He found that the top of the stone chamber had collapsed before, as if it had been blasted in a direction by a detonator, and was scorched black.
Especially the corner near the back, where the entire edge of the dome and the back wall are in a mess, with cracks of varying sizes everywhere.
A dark hole can still be seen in the middle of the most severely damaged gap. The hole is as thick as a wooden barrel used to hold rice in a lamasery canteen, and can easily fit an adult inside.
Judging from the traces left behind, it seems that there was originally a pipe fixed to the wall, but someone blew it up directly along with the stone wall behind it. Some small arc-shaped fragments can indeed be seen on the surface of the white sand.
The heavier stones should have sunk in the sand.
Zhang Zhuoxun secretly thought, who could have done it?
If his guess is correct and this is indeed the entrance to the kiln where the Zhang family made the King of Hell, then the blown pipe is the vent.
If the Zhang family wanted to cut off the tail, then why not just blow up the entire stone chamber together with it.
Or maybe something very serious happened at that time, which made them leave in a hurry without even having time to clean up the situation, and they could only deal with the entrance of the kiln hastily before evacuating.
Combined with the information the system told Zhang Chuxun, it is speculated that the accident that happened to the Zhang family when they were making the King of Hell's Cavalry Corpse and the Bronze Door may also be related to their action of blowing up the kiln entrance.
What was that terrible "accident"? Is it related to the parasitic meteor jade in the head of the King of Hell?
Zhang Zhu thought for a long time and felt that if there was a common cause between the two incidents, it would probably be the weird meteor jade.
Without the materialization of system rewards, it would be basically impossible to control that thing without sacrificing a few people.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhuxun's heart sank.
I'm afraid the system knew from the beginning of the main world line what he would encounter when he entered here in the future, so it rewarded him with the permission to use the materialization ability.
Almost every step Zhang Zhuxun went through since he came to this world has been deduced by it.
Therefore, the origin of the system must be more than what it told Zhang Chuxun.
The Gulan Clan, the Zhang Family, the Bronze Gate, the Meteor Jade, the Bronze Sacred Tree, and even the Queen Mother of the West in Snake Marsh are all closely related to it.
Preventing the end from coming is essentially more like self-rescue.
[——!]
The system took a deep breath in his mind.
Zhang Zhuxun raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slyly, [Remember to hide your tail next time.]
The system realized that he was cheating on itself, and regardless of its annoyance, it quickly locked itself up and did not dare to say a word.
Zhang Zhuxun did not continue to test it. He only needed to know that the system had the same purpose as his own before he took the little brother out of the bronze door.
In fact, the system could directly control Zhang Shuxun's body to achieve its own goals like it did twice before, using Zhang Shuxun as a puppet, but it did not do that.
Whether he is using it as a medium or constraining each other to cooperate, the help given to him by the system is largely free of charge, except for the occasional bloodletting, but he actually doesn't care about this very much.
It did not stop Zhang Shuxun's plan to end the gatekeeping early. It said that what it wanted to contend with was a force that humans could not match.
The lifting of secrets is like the dilution of dye. As time goes by, parts of it are always revealed to the world.
What can be done, what should be done, and what must be done.
What’s the real reason?
It has nothing to do with value, only human effort.
There are too many variables in the future, and what Zhang Zhuxun can do is to take every step carefully, control the variables within the range he can foresee, and do his best.
If this is not a place for worship of the King of Hell, then the Kangbalo people discovered this place through some opportunity and brought the women used for sacrifice here in an attempt to complete something.
Although I don’t know the details, it must be related to the parasitic meteorite.
Zhang Zhuoxun had no time to dig deeper and continued to observe the statue of the King of Hell. He could feel that there must be a mechanism hidden under the white sand.
He climbed up and down, stepping on the twelve arms of the King of Hell. When he finally stepped on the arm on the left hand side closest to the head of the King of Hell, the soles of his feet trembled slightly.
"Yes." Zhang Zhu felt relieved, touched the palm with the most obvious movement with his fingers, and then twisted it clockwise.
Click, click, click, the palm that was originally facing Zhang Zhuxun was rotated 180 degrees and then got stuck. The three words "Zi Sihuo" were engraved on the back of the hand.
"Zi" refers to Zi hour, which is from 11 pm to 1 am, and "Si" refers to the south among the five elements, which belongs to fire, but the compass points in the opposite direction. This is obviously based on the earthly branches.
A retrograde mechanism set up to change directions.
Zhang Zhuoxun glanced at the watch on his wrist. It showed that the time was now seven o'clock in the afternoon during the day, which was the "Chen" hour. Among the five elements, "Chen" refers to the southeast.
He twisted the hand back again, then quickly climbed to the northwest arm, grabbed the palm and turned it counterclockwise. He saw "Sihai Water" engraved on the back of the hand, and the water was in the north.
Zhang Zhu found the south position and reversed the palm, and got "Yinwei Tu", which is southwest, so it is right to find the northeast position.
Zhang Zhuxun climbed up and down, twisting and turning all the palms, but the one he turned last was the one he twisted the first time. This time he could turn counterclockwise.
All the palms were in place in sequence, and there was a friction sound of chains being dragged inside the stone statue. Then the King of Hell's head shook, and something suddenly fell from the inside of the stone armor.
The next moment, the entire kiln room began to shake violently, and the walls began to shake, like an earthquake. The white sand under the stone statue suddenly tilted backwards, and all the cold fireworks were buried in the sand.
In the darkness, only a loud roaring sound was heard, like the echo in the inner cavity of the water pipe at the moment when the water pump was turned off, and then the surrounding area slowly calmed down.
All the white sand disappeared, and the ground at the bottom of the pool returned to calm. It was replaced by many stone things similar to bellows and kilns, which were firmly fixed at the bottom of the sand pool like a sacred beast that suppresses the river.
Zhang Zhuxun sat down on the head of the King of Hell and rubbed his stuffy ears. The cold fireworks burned out when they vibrated. Just as he was about to take out another one, he heard rapid footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor.
Voice.
Soon, the white light of the flashlight came over, and the figures of Wu Xie and Fatty appeared on the top of the steps.
When they saw Zhang Zhuxun sitting there with one leg hanging down and waving to them with a smile, not even a hair missing from his beard or tail, they both let out a sigh of relief.
"What happened just now? There was such a big commotion, I thought this little shabby house was going to collapse. Didn't I just come back as promised to have a look around?" Wu Xie said in a cold tone, with an unkind look in his eyes.
Zhang Zhu smiled sarcastically and quickly changed the subject, "Look below, I found something new, related to the King of Hell."