I was beaten and Kate prepared his prey. I don't have enough strength and faith to complete this task, but I desperately need to find it. I look for inspiration deep in my heart—it must be there, in the dusty attic deep in my heart—and it is there. Casey, my unusually bright star is looking forward to her father, and I have kept her waiting long enough.
"Get up, Danny!" Misie pleaded, her young voice so clear in my mind. "Climb up that mountain now! Don't force me down!"
I pressed my cheek with my sleeve, and with determination, determination and the will to survive, I walked past Kate and continued to climb the slope until it was his turn to feel the pitiful drawstring.
In the morning, we rested on a ledge a few miles up the mountain. Exhausted and sore, I can hardly imagine how far I can reach the top of the mountain. This feat far exceeds my 41-year-old body. Fortunately, there is nothing left to climb-we have reached our destination.
I have improved a little bit now, and when I scan the windows, a sense of pride and accomplishment emerges spontaneously. We are hundreds of feet above the ground. The curved clouds formed a layer of nǎi oily clouds, covering everything, leaving only the spires of other mountains.
"Oh my God," I said, rubbing fresh scabs on my face. "It must be like heaven, right?"
"I have no idea."
It's not that kind of scenery, and Kate didn't stop to admire it. No, the samurai is a problem solver, facing him is a problem that needs to be solved. He squatted down, rubbed his mouth, examining this dilemma. There is a strange rectangular entrance on this mountain with a dark corridor inside. The surrounding rocks are rugged sandy brown, but the corridor is white marble, and the walls are perfectly smooth with foreign symbols. I feel like an explorer now, having discovered an ancient tomb. This magnificent corridor must lead to the king himself.
"Come on, Kate!" I complained. "It's been an hour!"
He patted my voice with his hands, like a mosquito in his ears, so I bent down to pick up a handful of stones. I threw them down the cliff one by one, leaving many dimples in the colorful clouds below.
In the marble corridor on the floor of Zhung Yāng, there is a round gold seal. It depicts the image of a centaur and a centaur, a centaur on the back of a fire-breathing dragon. Outside that seal, there is something even stranger—a gas-filled wall, like a cloak bubbling over a door that we can't see. It is difficult to recognize or understand the symbols on the wall from this posture, and he cannot recognize them from Kate's confused frown.
After careful consideration, the samurai got up creakingly with his own hands soaked in mud. His activities prompted me to join his camp, and I watched quietly as Kate picked a stone from his hand and jumped into the hallway. His little rock slid over the seal, through the still wall of vapor, where we heard it couldn't jump anymore.
My companion frowned again, then threw another stone, and the result was similar—the sound disappeared as soon as it entered the supernatural smoke.
"What does this mean?" I asked curiously.
"A trap," he said. "We go back. There is nothing we can do."
I laughed. This simple surrender has no meaning in my mind. Absolutely not. After last night's hard work, we can no longer go down the mountain, let alone let a wizard follow us. No, this is the method, I'm pretty sure.
"Listen, Kate, if Isaac Newton among everyone wants me to be here, then this is not a trap! Ask yourself—why set a trap here? Climbing up is all you need for safety. !"
"There are assassins," he replied, exhausted. "No mountain can prevent the assassin from reaching his goal."
"Okay. This is a trap. To catch assassins? But we are not assassins, right? Just trust me once. There is nothing to be afraid of."
Kate didn't answer immediately, and I made up my mind, and I strode towards the dark entrance.
"I have a good feeling," I said, shaking with fear from my fingertips. "Nothing will happen. Nothing will happen."
My guide still didn't believe it. I lifted one foot, but before the sole of my shoe touched any traces of marble, Kit violently pulled me back.
"What?" I complained.
This grumpy warrior is not looking at me, but at the morning sky on our shoulders. Maybe he is the kind of person with unique insights after all.
He raised his hand, and my eyes followed it to see a chirping bird, like a robin, not bigger than it. I was relieved and glad to see some small changes. Then the two of us watched this innocent singing thing coming over our heads towards us into the mysterious corridor. It swooped past the sealed place, but before disappearing into the water vapor, the two marble walls collided with each other like stone symbols, crushing the bird into powder and blowing us off.
Like a pair of exhaled lungs, the walls quickly retracted to their original positions, and we lay on our backs dumbfounded because they collided.
"How are you feeling now?" Kate asked me, jumping up fiercely.
I stood in the old way and patted the dirt off my clothes. The strange thing is that my instinct tells me to ignore it—that's it!
"An angel is urging me in," I said confidently. "The place I'm going is inside!"
I once again stood in a row in front of the marble with my feet and ten toes, and the curious Kate watched me take the first step in. The sound of my crunching footsteps seemed to shake the entire corridor, and my inner confidence was suddenly eroded. I stayed standing in the same position for more than a minute; try not to breathe and do not let these walls smell my fear or feel my weight. I moved little by little, hearing every beat of my heartbeat. The air was filled with particles, irritating my eyes, sitting there was like an itchy nose; but I continued to walk forward and stopped when I reached the round seal of gold.
"Why did you stop?" Kate whispered, and his jealous question echoed in the corridor. "Tell me why Fox?"
I looked at the seal intently and did not answer. This is a work of art, just like the masterpieces of ancient masters. I can't bear to step on my dirty boots.
"Go on..." Kate asked, paying attention. "almost."
I did continue. As soon as I stepped on the seal, my intimate feet reacted immediately. A gust of wind blows from the smoke layer in front, which blows my hair back and blows away the dust from my nose. I froze like a wooden board, feeling the wet beads shining with sweat along my chin and anywhere else. I was completely shocked, and after a while, exhaling, I took great pains to pass the seal against the background of Kate's entanglement.
When I passed the exam, my head was full of confidence, and when I ventured through the bubbling folds, I didn't leave me.
"Fox?" Kate hissed, not seeing me. "are you there?"
A flashlight suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire corridor. I stood at the end of the corridor, facing Kate, with a lamp on the wall behind me.
"I didn't fire it!" I said. "not me!"
Turning to face the torch, this mountain puzzle now reveals one of her secrets. At the end of my toes is an abyss, like a space without stars. It is impossible to guess how deep it is, but there is a possible path.
"I see the steps, Kate! Hundreds of steps!"
These steps are old and strong, rotating down to the dark tomb.
"Come on, Kate! It's safe!"
The suspicious samurai complained, but he walked in anyway. Like me, his actions on the seal have no effect on the wall. I stretched out my hand to catch him. At this moment, without any obvious reason, Kate suddenly fell on the sole of his foot and died. "What's the matter?" I asked suspiciously.
Like a statue, Kate is listening. He could hear, and I could hear—a familiar voice came—the chirping of another curious mountain bird. With protruding eyes, I pointed at the bird flying behind Kate, lowered my wings, and buzzed towards the corridor. My lips opened, but before my tongue had time to make a Jǐng complaint, the marble wall was sealed.
boom!
The energy of smashing the rocks blew out the lights and threw me down the spiral steps. I fell headlong in the darkness, feeling my body turned into a piece of soft flesh, until...
Everything is still. I have reached the bottom of the trench, and my world slowly stopped turning.
A sharp pain burned all over my body, and my sight was filled with the invisible yellow light. When I fell into a coma, I felt a sharp pain in my throat to stay awake-a kind of cold and stinging pressure. I think I stabbed myself with my dagger or broke my neck.
I put my hand on my throat nervously, not finding the blade of the dagger or the protruding bone, only the blunt tip of a spear. My eyes were focused enough to see a tall man aiming at me with a weapon. He has the rough face he used to be in old age, with a shaggy brown beard and food shards in his beard.
"The bells and barrels of blood!" he yelled like a lunatic. "Who would dare to break into my home? Answer me, otherwise I will beat you up!"
Food fell from his beard to my face, and my long silence inspired the man to poke me further with a spear. "The boy who answered the phone! Answer me before you lose confidence and anything else that makes me happy!"
"Newton..." I whispered. "He sent someone..." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)