The gap is so narrow that only one person can barely pass through.
Zhou Jiayu dragged the bag with one hand, and walked through the gap with difficulty. The hard rock ripped through his skin, leaving a faint blood stain.
Faced with such a gap, every normal person will feel fearful, afraid that the gap will become narrower and narrower, and finally the body will be stuck in the middle of the rock, unable to move, or even trapped in it alive.
When Zhou Jiayu's worries about Lin Zhushui broke through his inner fear, he followed the charred corpse's footsteps, moving forward step by step, and soon penetrated deep into the rock.
Fortunately, the most worrying thing did not happen, the gap did not get narrower and narrower, but became wider after passing through a certain part, and the gap became a narrow tunnel that was still only enough for one person to enter and exit.
This tunnel does not seem to be formed naturally. The road is paved with bluestone slabs on the ground, and oil lamps for lighting are hung on both sides. Judging from the use of the oil lamp, Zhou Jiayu speculated that this road is still in use in recent years, although it looks a bit old, at least it is still full of lamp oil.
The corpse was still walking forward, and Zhou Jiayu called out tentatively, "Sir!"
The tunnel was very quiet, and no one answered his call.
"Sir—" There was another call, and Zhou Jiayu continued to move forward following the charred corpse's footsteps, heading towards the depths of the tunnel.
Zhou Jiayu observed the surroundings while walking.
It seemed that no one passed through the tunnel for some time. The ground was covered with a thin layer of ashes. Zhou Jiayu wiped it with his hands and found that the ashes looked like the traces of something burned. He raised his head suspiciously, suspecting that these things fell from the charred corpses in front of him.
On the next road, Zhou Jiayu also found some murals on the walls of the tunnel. These frescoes are beautifully painted and rendered with colorful pigments. They seem to describe how a clan thrived over time and gradually formed its own history. The portrait in front was too abstract, and Zhou Jiayu couldn't understand it, but when he walked to a certain part of the tunnel, he saw a group of small people around a crater doing sacrifice-like actions on the mural.
These murals are probably painted by the Meng family, just to record the history of their family, but these murals are not complete, they only depict the prosperous scene of the Meng family, and many of the content after that are used by sharp hard objects. Forcibly scraping it seems to have deliberately destroyed the pattern behind.
Zhou Jiayu touched the destroyed wall with his hand, and felt that the trace was still new, as if it had been scraped off recently.
The last content of the mural is a sudden volcanic eruption. In the mural, the red color representing magma spreads over the entire wall. Its lifelike appearance makes the huge disaster seem to reappear in front of Zhou Jiayu's eyes again. came out.
When he got here, Zhou Jiayu finally determined that the place he came in was indeed the legendary place where the Meng family sacrificed.
According to Xu Jian, everyone wanted to find the place of sacrifice of the Meng family in order to obtain the secret treasure that destroyed the Meng family. I just don't know what Meng Yangtian thought of introducing him here. Zhou Jiayu thought so, but his feet moved a little faster.
The tunnel is very long, but there is only one. Although the surrounding light does not change, Zhou Jiayu, who is very sensitive to heat, still feels that the temperature in front is getting higher and higher, and the charred corpse walking forward suddenly stops at a corner. A low growl came out of his mouth.
Zhou Jiayu's first reaction when he heard the sound was that they wanted to attack him, and immediately took out the weapons he had prepared to make a defensive gesture.
But after a while, the charred corpses standing in front of the tunnel still did not move. After careful observation, Zhou Jiayu realized that they seemed to be afraid of what was in front of them and refused to go forward.
What are they afraid of? Zhou Jiayu had some doubts in his heart, holding the dagger in his hand, he walked forward. After turning the corner, Zhou Jiayu felt a rush of heat on his cheeks. The heat also smelled of sulfur, which was a bit pungent. Zhou Jiayu looked up and saw the corner. The place is an abyss-like cliff, and under the cliff, fiery red magma is flowing, churning and flowing.
Zhou Jiayu immediately remembered that he had seen this place in the video sent by Meng Yangtian before - Lin Zhushui fell from the edge of the collapsed cliff.
Zhou Jiayu immediately looked at the collapsed position in the video. After seeing the scene in front of him clearly, his heart slowly cooled.
Meng Yangtian was not lying, the cliff in front was really broken, the original road was divided into two halves, and there was flowing magma like a moat in the middle. If the real person fell, even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save it.
Zhou Jiayu kept looking at the bottom of the collapse, trying to find out the traces of Lin Zhushui, but he found nothing in the end.
"Where's Lin Zhushui? Meng Yangtian, didn't you say you want to take me to see him?" Zhou Jiayu turned to look at Jiao Shi with a very grumpy tone, "Where are the others?"
Jiao Shi moved when he heard the sound, slowly twisted his body, and led Zhou Jiayu to the other direction. After Zhou Jiayu followed, he found that there was a row of spiral staircases in the left corner of the tunnel, winding upwards all the way. , leading to an unknown location.
The charred corpse stood at the door and didn't move, as if he didn't intend to go up.
Having arrived here, Zhou Jiayu gritted his teeth and stepped up the stairs.
The stairs are very long, extending in circles, and the surrounding scenery is completely similar. Zhou Jiayu quickly felt dizzy when walking on it, but he forcibly suppressed this feeling and continued to climb up. .
He didn't know how long he had been walking down the stairs, but Zhou Jiayu finally saw a faint light in front of him. He quickened his pace and ran out in one breath.
What people didn't expect was that the bright light was actually a high platform. The light here was very abundant. Zhou Jiayu stayed in the dark for too long, and his eyes couldn't stand the strong light for a while, so he couldn't help squinting. .
"It's finally here." Meng Yangtian's voice came.
Zhou Jiayu rubbed his eyes a few times, and only then did he see clearly that Meng Yangtian was standing on the high platform in front of him. Meng Yangtian was not in a wheelchair this time, but stood in the backlit place for Zhou Jiayu to see. I don't know what he looks like.
"What about sir?" Zhou Jiayu asked viciously.
"Zhou Jiayu, you don't have to be so nervous. Actually, I'm not a person who likes to lie." Meng Yangtian said softly, "Look to your right."
Zhou Jiayu looked to his right. At this sight, his heart almost stopped in fright. I saw a round lotus-like sculpture under the high platform, standing in the rolling magma, and Lin Zhushui, at this time, was lying on the lotus platform in the center of the lotus, with his eyes closed, his life and death unknown.
"What's wrong with him!" Zhou Jiayu could no longer control the anger and panic in his heart, he stepped forward and rushed in front of Meng Yangtian, grabbing his collar.
Meng Yangtian did not resist Zhou Jiayu, but laughed lowly, his laughter was full of irony: "Zhou Jiayu, do you understand, I want to kill Lin Zhushui long ago. I'm the one who saved him—"
At this time, the two were very close, and Meng Yangtian was not wearing a cloak, so Zhou Jiayu could see his face clearly.
I saw that half of Meng Yangtian's whole face was picturesque, but the other half was burned, and he couldn't even see his eyes and lips.
When Zhou Jiayu first saw it clearly, he was indeed taken aback, but at this time, he was worried about Lin Zhushui and suppressed some negative emotions: "What do you mean?"
"It means literally." Meng Yangtian said, "Do you want to see what Lin Zhushui saw?"
Zhou Jiayu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Meng Yangtian said, "Then let go."
Zhou Jiayu took a deep breath, let go of his hands, and made a gesture of spreading his hands, indicating that he would not move rough again.
Meng Yangtian's body seemed to be very weak, and he had no resistance when he was grabbed by Zhou Jiayu. It was no wonder that he had been sitting in a wheelchair and wrapped in a thick cloak when we met a few times before.
After Meng Yangtian was put down by Zhou Jiayu, he slowly took out something wrapped in cloth from his arms, and handed it to Zhou Jiayu.
Looking at his casual gesture, Zhou Jiayu thought that this thing was not very important, but when he lifted the black cloth and saw the objects inside, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back instantly.
It was a palm-sized notebook. On the cover of the notebook, a golden crow was drawn with flexible brushstrokes. This golden black three-legged black fish, with its bright yellow mouth and pale yellow feet, is 80% similar to the sacrifice in Zhou Jiayu's mind.
Zhou Jiayu's movements paused, and Meng Yangtian noticed his hesitation and said with a smile, "Are you afraid? If you are afraid at this time, there is still a chance to turn back."
"Afraid?" Zhou Jiayu sneered, "Why should I be afraid."
The person he was most worried about was right next to him, and he could save him with a little more effort. Thinking of this, Zhou Jiayu's heart was full of determination, and he didn't feel anything terrible.
Zhou Jiayu let go of the first page of the notebook and saw the kraft paper he had seen many times. The same tactility, the same yellow, all tell a fact that the kraft paper they got was torn from this notebook.
But to be cautious, Zhou Jiayu still took out the kraft paper that he had been keeping in his pocket, belonging to Lin Zhushui, and compared it carefully, and he did see the torn marks at the back of the notebook.
"Look, I didn't lie to you." Meng Yangtian saw Zhou Jiayu's face getting more and more ugly, but he smiled happily, "This is the mother's parent, whoever owns this can see every the future as seen by individual users.”
"Then what did you say I saw?" Zhou Jiayu asked vigilantly.
"Fire." Meng Yangtian said, "and Lin Zhushui, who was turned to ashes in the flames."
Zhou Jiayu was silent, and Meng Yangtian was indeed right.
"You don't have to believe what I said, you are holding it now, and you can go and see for yourself if I lied." Meng Yangtian's tone was very low and gentle, as if he was a demon that deceives people's hearts, making people unable to refuse His suggestion, "Aren't you curious why Lin Zhushui left you alone?"
Zhou Jiayu was curious, and was terribly curious, but he still pretended not to care and asked indifferently: "I just want to save Mr. You just need to tell me how to save him."
Meng Yangtian said, "Zhou Jiayu, do you know how bad your acting skills are?"
Zhou Jiayu said, "What if it's bad? Do you still need to rely on acting to save Lin Zhushui?"
Meng Yangtian was a little irritable and Zhou Jiayu was uneasy about playing cards. He was about to continue to ridicule him. Zhou Jiayu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "Meng Yangtian, I see your auntie."
The smile on Meng Yangtian's face suddenly froze, and there was a bit of grimness in his eyes, which made his already grim face look particularly terrifying: "What did you do to my aunt?"
Zhou Jiayu was not frightened by him at all: "We chatted with her for a while."
Meng Yangtian's eyes were terrifying, and he wanted to tear Zhou Jiayu to pieces: "You shouldn't touch her."
"No, we didn't touch her." Zhou Jiayu said, "We just chatted with her for a while, and she asked us to tell you something."
Meng Yangtian obviously felt that Zhou Jiayu was threatening him, and forcefully squeezed a word between his teeth: "Speak."
Zhou Jiayu said blankly, "She asked us to give you a message and ask you when to find someone."
Meng Yangtian: "..."
Zhou Jiayu said, "She also said that you are over forty..."
Meng Yangtian: "..."
Zhou Jiayu: "I have been working outside, but I have never paid social insurance and housing housing."
The air froze as if dead, Meng Yangtian was silent for a long time, and when Zhou Jiayu was about to urge him, he suddenly said, "That's right, you are both upright gentlemen, how could you treat others? Let's go, I think too much."
He sighed lightly, and looked at Zhou Jiayu with a little more pity in his eyes: "Zhou Jiayu, I won't lie to you anymore, if you really want to save Lin Zhushui, you should look at yourself first. what happened in the future?"
Zhou Jiayu felt that Meng Yangtian's hostility towards him had faded a lot, and at this time it was more of a pity that Zhou Jiayu didn't understand.
But when he dripped his blood onto the cover of the notebook as Meng Yangtian said, he finally understood the source of this compassion.
Zhou Jiayu's eyes went dark, and the picture became distorted. He saw the backlit place, a person paralyzed on the hospital bed, screaming for pain. This voice Zhou Jiayu is all too familiar - this is his own voice, which belongs to Zhou Jiayu.
"It hurts so much, sir, it hurts so much." The voice carried heavy crying music, "Sir, it hurts so much, you kill me, I beg you, kill me..." The voice was weak Extremely, like a trembling candle, as if it would be completely extinguished by a gust of wind.
Lin Zhushui sat beside the bed, but remained silent.
"Please, sir, sir... I can't take it anymore..." The voice was still pleading, and the pain in it made Zhou Jiayu, who was a bystander, unbearable.
"Jiayu." Lin Zhushui opened his mouth, "Will you be patient?" His tone was a little helpless. This was a tone that Zhou Jiayu had never heard in Lin Zhushui's mouth. Coaxing the person on the bed like a child, "Just hold on... give me a little time..."
The person on the bed paused slightly when he heard the pleading, but just when Zhou Jiayu thought he would agree with Lin Zhushui's statement, he actually let out a terrifying scream, and he wept loudly: "Lin Zhushui Chushui, let me go, I don't like you anymore, let me go—"
When Zhou Jiayu heard this, the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen. How much he liked Lin Zhushui, how could he not be clear, he really couldn't imagine what kind of torture could he be to say such a sentence.
"I just want to die, I just want to die..." said the voice. "Forgive me, I can't—"
The lights in the room suddenly came on, and Zhou Jiayu finally saw the scene in front of him clearly. He saw a man with dark spots sitting on the bed. Although he looked exactly like him, he could hardly tell it was the same person. He smelled of corruption, almost like a corpse that had just been excavated from a cemetery. The most terrifying thing is that he has many bandages wrapped around him, and even scarlet flesh can be seen inside the bandages.
Lin Zhushui turned on the light, stood in front of the bed and stared at Zhou Jiayu. He gently touched his face with his hand and slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were already a faint red, but This red color is a bit more water stained than what Zhou Jiayu saw before.
"Let me see you again." Lin Zhushui said.
The person on the bed seemed to feel something, and his cry became lower. He said sorry, sorry, and slowly leaned his head against Lin Zhushui's chest.
Lin Zhushui said, "Do you still like me?"
He nodded, tried his best, and murmured in a low voice, "I like it, I like it, I like Mr. the most." After saying this, he touched the corner of Lin Zhushui's mouth with his own lips.
Lin Zhushui laughed: "I like you too." He held his head and deepened the kiss, and then the flame suddenly ignited.
Being burned by fire should have been very painful, but the man's face was only relieved. Zhou Jiayu watched him burn in Lin Zhushui's arms, and finally turned into black ashes.
Lin Zhushui was sitting on the head of the bed, holding the ashes in his hand. His tall and straight figure was actually the first time he appeared hunched over. He called him, "Zhou Jiayu."
The picture stops here.
Zhou Jiayu woke up from the illusion. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Meng Yangtian's indifferent expression. Zhou Jia asked, "Is that true?"
Meng Yangtian said: "This book will never be fake."
Zhou Jiayu said, "I'm sick?"
Meng Yangtian laughed: "Zhou Jiayu, do you really think that resurrection has no sequelae at all?"
Zhou Jiayu looked at Meng Yangtian.
Meng Yangtian suddenly stretched out his hand and stroked Zhou Jiayu's face with his fingers: "Besides, you were reborn on someone else's body, how long this body will last is unknown... But what Lin Zhushui sees about your future is Given the answer, your time is running out."
Zhou Jiayu finally understood what the black spots he saw were signs of decay on his body, from the outside to the inside, from the living to the dead. Looking at the pain of his slow decay, even his love for Lin Zhushui could not save him from despair, and finally even began to beg Lin Zhushui for death.
"So what do you want to do, sir?" Zhou Jiayu remembered the conversation between Lin Zhushui and Jiang Zhu, "He came to find a way to resurrect people?"
"Smart." Meng Yangtian said, "That's true."
Zhou Jiayu's lips pressed into a tight arc, and he said, "Now that I know, how can I save him?"
Meng Yangtian's expression was very strange, as if he couldn't understand Zhou Jiayu's question: "Now that you know your future, you are not in a hurry?"
Zhou Jiayu said indifferently: "Urgent and useful? What can I do for a problem that even the gentleman can't solve."
Meng Yangtian laughed: "You are a wonderful person."
Zhou Jiayu glanced to the right again, Lin Zhushui was still lying unconscious on the lotus platform, his expression was calm, like a sleeping beauty kidnapped by a giant dragon, waiting for the knight to rescue him.
Zhou Jiayu was very happy that he was the knight. He thanked himself for at least summoning the courage to come here and having the opportunity to save Lin Zhushui.
"What should I do?" Zhou Jiayu asked.
"This lotus platform is actually a formation." Meng Yangtian said, "Our Meng family will select a person for sacrifices every year, put him on the lotus platform, and when the fire spreads, it will urge the formation on the lotus platform. , to make it work.”
Zhou Jiayu said, "What's the use of the formation?"
Meng Yangtian said: "The fire of extreme yang can be poured into his body, and the physique of that person can be moved closer to the yang."
After hearing what Meng Yangtian said, Zhou Jiayu thought that it was no wonder that the Meng family members were all so full of yang energy. It turned out that this method was used.
This kind of formation is beneficial and harmless to ordinary people, but Lin Zhushui, who has the body of the sun, is lying on it. For ordinary people, the yang qi that is a tonic enters his body, but it will turn into a deadly poison. At that time, I am afraid that Zhou Jiayu will not be able to pull Lin Zhushui back from the gate of hell when his whole body is completely drained.
"How do I stop this thing?" Zhou Jiayu asked again.
Meng Yangtian pointed to the top: "Continue up the stairs, you can see a bridge, and there is an organ on the bridge that can stop the formation."
Zhou Jiayu said, "It's over?"
Meng Yangtian giggled and laughed again, this time the laughter was extremely harsh: "But to activate this mechanism, something extremely yin must be needed."
Zhou Jiayu said, "That's all?"
Meng Yangtian said, "That's it."
Zhou Jiayu got all the answers he wanted, raised his sleeves and rushed towards Meng Yangtian. Although his body is already very weak, it is fortunate that Meng Yangtian is not strong, and he is in an unprepared state, and his whole body is directly thrown to the ground by Zhou Jiayu.
"Fuck you, you fucking think I didn't know that you put Mr. up there? You bastard—" This time, Zhou Jiayu swears swear words without any scruples, he grabs Picking up Meng Yangtian's collar, he punched him directly in the face, "This punch is for the person you killed." .
"This punch is for a few students in the school!" Zhou Jiayu punched his fist and didn't spare his hand at all, "This punch is for Xu Jinghuo—Meng Yangtian, I'll fuck you!"
Meng Yangtian was knocked unconscious, and he saw that he was about to die under Zhou Jiayu's body, but at the last moment, he put away his fists and did not continue to attack Meng Yangtian.
Jiba asked angrily why you didn't kill this bastard.
Zhou Jiayu spat on the ground: "I can't kill him for the time being. How do I know if he lied to me? What if what he said is fake? At that time, he will still be useful."
Jiba didn't expect Zhou Jiayu to think so thoughtfully.
"Let's go." Zhou Jiayu shook his fist and looked at Lin Zhushui on the lotus platform beside him with a gentle smile, "I'm going to save my princess."
After he finished saying this, he stepped up and continued to go up without a trace of hesitation.
The author has something to say: In fact, if love can calculate everything rationally, it is not love, not Zhou Jiayu is stupid, but he can't bear the risk of losing Lin Zhushui even if he loses his own life, he can't bet rise. Lin Zhushui is not a god either, he is just a powerful person. No matter how powerful he is, he is not as powerful as he is, and it is impossible to cover everything.