Chapter 38 Ceremony

I didn't expect that there was a mechanism on the big Buddha except the small tripod, but they didn't seem to know the role of the small tripod and the porcelain bottle, which is very strange. They seem to know a lot about the underground palace, but in fact they are just following a certain route.

This further confirms Beckham's idea. Maybe they have maps to bypass the known dangers.

Xiaobei followed the housekeeper listlessly and walked into the secret door behind the Buddha statue.

The long corridor is dark and can't see the road clearly, which reminds Beckham of the four words "still in the belly of the dragon". It is about a monster that creates an illusion path that makes the lost unconsciously enter his esophagus and dissolve into nutrients at the end.

At present, it gives people such a feeling, deep and dark, a little scary.

But soon, the field of vision widened and the light was strengthened. This is a hall-like existence, but it is a little shabby, like the ruins of an ancient city that has been destroyed for many years.

They bypassed the cloister and entered a place with layers of stairs, which seemed to be a high tower, stretching up. They didn't know where to go, or maybe the heaven.

It's really hard to imagine how this dense step is built, how much manpower and material resources it will take. Maybe the mission of several generations can complete it, but I don't know what it does.

This tower-like building seems to have been sleeping for a long time, and it is filled with the smell of aging from top to bottom.

However, everyone's entry broke its dream and seemed to open their eyes in an instant.

"Where is this place?" Beckham asked.

No one answered him. It seems that except for him and the tied Yang Yu, everyone else is particularly piously looking up at the steps, which is their ancestral things? Is it necessary? Is there really a god living on it?

The housekeeper turned around and looked at Beckham, but glanced at Yang Yi intentionally or unintentionally. He said, "Bring him up."

Then two people in silver masks came out and walked up with Beckham on the left and right until Beckham and the housekeeper's eyes were level.

"What the hell are you going to do? Don't you go to the bottom of the sea?" Beckham is not afraid at all.

The housekeeper ignored him and ordered his men to wrap the wound on Beckham's body, which surprised Beckham. What exactly does he want to do?

"What on earth is here?" Beckham asked again.

"It's God." The housekeeper looked at him lightly, with a particularly solemn expression.

The silence around is like a grave. Perhaps this metaphor is inappropriate, because they are in a huge and luxurious tomb. But in addition, Beckham can no longer think of suitable words to describe the silent environment around him. This is a more depressing environment than incimal waves, which is irresistible.

A burst of laughter destroyed the atmosphere carefully created by these people and kept spreading from the steps.

"Hahahaha." Beckham laughed.

All the people underground raised their heads in horror and stared at the crazy Beckham, with some trembling eyebrows.

He thought it was the funniest joke he heard.

Is it really a divine world? Living with a god? What international joke? He laughed out loud. If there are any treasures or monsters on it, he may believe it, but he will not believe in God anyway.

If there is really a god, why live in the secret path of this underground palace? It should be admired by tens of thousands of people, but now it is just a dark tunnel, and the dark and humid smell fills the air.

I think that if you make the steps higher and make them smarter, you can really fool people to say, look, God is on it, this is the way to heaven! Go lie to the devil!

"What's ridiculous?" The housekeeper looked at him.

"Isn't it ridiculous?" Beckham also looked at him and did not retreat. His eyes were surprisingly cold, clear to a terrible level, and he stared at each other like a sculpture.

"You should feel honored." The housekeeper said that he pushed Beckham up one floor by the way.

Then the two people behind him came out, pressed Beckham's shoulder and pushed him up. In fact, Beckham also wants to know what's on it now, which is the reason why he stayed.

Since he has the opportunity to find out the truth in person, he will not refuse.

It was silent all the way, as if it was about to thunder.

"Why do you bring me alive and have to catch me alive? Must the blood be fresh enough to untie the curse? Don't keep teasing me, it's really boring. You are not vampires either." Beckham took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

The housekeeper was silent for two minutes and raised his head and said, "You also know that we are not for the same force."

He pointed to the golden masked man below who first invited Beckham and others to enter the villa area, and Beckham's hoarse voice would not forget.

"Oh? Isn't it the same force? I thought you were under the same person, but you were in different departments. Beckham smiled contemptuously and didn't worry about what would happen to her. But it seems to be true. I'm a good man.

He deliberately made fun of him, but the other party still had that expression.

"I haven't been chased by any girls since I was in school. Thank you for making me the first popular person." Xiaobei touched the tip of her nose, and then looked at each other provocatively and waited for the following. But I won't let you split me in half."

The other party seemed to see through his mind and said, "Someone needs your body, someone needs your soul, that's all. But do you think it's up to you now? Isn't it too naive? I thought you really woke up and realized it. It seems that your understanding is not high.

"I haven't had a high IQ since I was a child." Suddenly they stopped at the same time.

There is a floating ladder in front of you, which is there. He looked up and found that there seemed to be a lot of room on it.

The other party stopped talking and motioned Beckham to go up.

After they climbed up the hooves, he felt that there seemed to be wind here, and it was very big. Has it reached the ground? Or is it really in the air? At the moment of Beckham's surprise, he suddenly saw a huge stone tablet on the platform.

It is full of inscriptions, but he can't understand a word.

The housekeeper stood next to him and muttered something, like an ancient witch spell, which reminded him of the legendary jumping god. His spirit was a little abnormal, as if he was crazy.

There is no bright lamp here, but it is full of gems like the ancient tomb of Lijiang, and the soft light covers everything.

It's not open air here. It seems to be underground, but I don't know where the wind comes from.

"It's almost time." The housekeeper said such a brainless word, but Beckham was thinking about something else.

Is he waiting for hours?

Time passed by minute by minute, but there was no concept of time here at all. Even the sunrise and sunset could not be seen. Beckham's watch had long been missing, and it may have been left in the spider's nest with his long pole.

The air flowing around seems to tear them little by little.

The housekeeper said, "Take him up."

Beckham was pushed, and then saw another person who didn't know what to press after pressing the stone tablet. Suddenly, a stone box popped up from the stone tablet, and there seemed to be something in it.

Before Beckham reacted, in fact, Beckham had been watching the housekeeper's every move. He was set up on a stone tablet and tied up like a cross like the tortured Jesus.

The housekeeper stretched out his hand to the stone box and took out a dagger with a shining cold light, which was full of runes.

He is ready to kill himself!

Beckham found that he was approaching step by step, but he still didn't understand. Do he have to kill himself here?

"Wait, I think you should fulfill my last wish."

The housekeeper walked to him and stopped.

The two people behind him didn't know where to lift a crystal-like rectangular container about one meter long and one person wide. It is a jade coffin, which is only a little small, but the shape can still be seen.

What is

used for? Put your own body? Beckham looked at them curiously, but it seemed too small to fit.

"Didn't I tell you that some people need your body and some people need your soul."

"But I don't know what it is. At least I have to be a ghost, at least I have to go straight to how I die."

"Ghost? Ha ha, no. You will not become a ghost, you will become a god, your body will become a container for the recovery of my great ancestors, and he will lead us to create a new era. However, your consciousness will no longer belong to you.

"I still don't understand what kind of identity and role you play."

"Maybe you will know when you see this thing." The housekeeper took out something, which was a mirror, or more accurately a bronze mirror. Beckham couldn't be more familiar with this. I must admit that you are not so easy to deceive, so our story should be true and false. We have been planning for this for more than half a century, waiting for today. I know you know this thing, don't you? Now let me introduce myself. I am a descendant of the Tu family. I'm from Lijiang Dayan Town.

Of course, Beckham recognizes the mirror.

"The appearance is strange, oval, with ears on both sides, and the mirror wall protrudes in a hemispherical shape, engraved with a evil face, and the origin is unknown. Later, it was stolen from the museum 12 years ago, and because it is representative, it is hereby included. This is the content of Fengji anecdotes, and he instantly understands the meaning of the story that the other party said is both true and false.

Because some things are evidence that can't be erased.

"Did you steal this thing?" Beckham asked.

"No, what was stolen is just a fore. The housekeeper shook his head, as if it were the supreme treasure. But thinking about it, Beckham laughed at himself in the bottom of his heart: This is indeed a treasure.

"It was once embedded in a coffin, but I found it and took it down. It lacks something, but that's not the point. Do you know who is in the coffin?" The housekeeper smiled mysteriously. This time, Beckham found that he was no longer that kind of hypocritical smile. In the past, he had always been smiling and very pretentious, but now it is different. He is really from the bottom of his heart. That's my ancestor. He was suppressed by the damn Mu clan, but it was because of those damn people that the miracle was about to happen.

"But it doesn't matter, and this thing is useless." The housekeeper raised his hand with a smile and threw the corpse mirror off the platform. A worldly treasure fell silent.

It turned out that what was suppressed was the Tu clan, that is, the man's subordinate called the devil.

"We will have eternal life!"

He raised the dagger engraved with runes and stabbed Beckham in the chest. The jade coffin was opened, and Beckham seemed to understand that although this was not used to hold his body, it was a vessel for him to bleed!