novelhk Chapter 127: You'd better really be...
Chapter 127: You'd better really be...
Chapter 128: You'd better really be...
The corridor continues downwards.
My sense of time is starting to blur.
There was no sunlight, no reference points, only an unchanging black spiral and some intermittent, unsettling reliefs.
How long did they walk? Half an hour? An hour?
No one knows.
Every time Oro walked a certain distance, he would leave a small gold mark on the wall, a gold dot about the size of a grain of rice, to confirm that they were indeed going downhill and not going around in circles.
Sometimes, the slope of the corridor becomes noticeably gentler, almost level.
After walking for a while, the path will suddenly become steeper without warning, requiring you to hold onto the wall to maintain your balance as you descend.
Even the light from the sphere, which should have spread evenly, would sometimes inexplicably converge into a beam, illuminating only a small area in front of it.
The temperature changes were completely unpredictable. For a while, it was so cold that my breath turned white, but after walking twenty meters, it suddenly became stuffy and hot, and my sweat immediately soaked through my inner lining.
Everything else was tolerable. The most torturous thing was the sound.
The rustling whispers, which started sometime earlier, have never stopped.
The whispers varied in volume, sometimes sounding like a great argument, and sometimes like muffled radio static.
Auro tried using Haki to block it, but the effect was limited; the whispers would gradually seep into his Haki.
Suddenly, a series of stumbling footsteps came from behind Oro, as if Lox was about to give up.
"What's wrong, godson? You can't even hold on anymore?"
Auro didn't even turn his head: "Don't you even know how to use Haki anymore? Concentrate and wrap yourself in Haki."
"it is good."
A muffled response came from behind, suggesting that Lox was not seriously injured.
But Oro paused with a "thud," and his body, which had remained golden, began to slowly transform into pure gold and started to boil.
Then Lox's voice rang out again, and it definitely sounded like Lox's voice: "Don't worry, I can still hold on. Let's go, continue."
Oro didn't respond or turn around; he simply nodded slightly and continued walking forward.
No one spoke after that.
Lox simply followed closely behind Oro, as if afraid Oro would run away.
But if he had been a little slower, he might have been able to detect the increasingly uncontrollable abnormal fluctuations on the last ball of light, and sense its ever-increasing scorching temperature.
At this moment, this seemingly endless corridor finally began to change.
Suddenly, the space opened up, and the spiral passage led to a huge circular hall.
Oro stopped at the entrance, and the sphere of light in front of him rose up, illuminating the entire space.
The hall has a diameter of over one hundred meters and a height of at least fifty meters.
In the center of the hall was a very crude altar, covered with chisel marks, and the altar was tiered, with a total of three levels.
Large patches of dark stains were present on each platform.
The stains had mineralized, turning into a texture similar to asphalt, and some had even splattered outside the altar.
Some bones were scattered around the altar.
The skeletons don't look like human remains.
The skeletal structures were bizarre, mostly resembling the skeletons of sea fish, but with additional joints that resembled limbs. The jawbone of the head was split into four pieces, and the teeth were densely packed like needles.
The remaining skeletons resembled clumps of wildly growing calcified shrubs.
Besides the skeleton, there were also some severely rusted metal objects, most of which had rotted away into fragments, making it impossible to tell what they originally were.
Oro entered the hall, with Lox still following closely behind.
"The remnants of the ritual site."
It was Lox's voice. He spoke up first: "It's been several hundred years, almost a thousand years. Hmm, the scale of the sacrifices held here back then was quite large."
For the first time, he passed Auro and walked to the altar, squatting down to carefully examine the mineralized stains.
Rocks scraped a little with his finger, rubbed it together, and smelled it.
"It's human blood."
He looked at Oro very seriously and said, "A large amount of human blood, so much blood can't possibly come from the same person—"
"But it smells like only one person. What do you think, godfather?"
Auro stared at Lox, whose appearance and height remained unchanged, as Lox carefully examined the altar and the scattered bones.
After a while, when Lox seemed to have finally finished his inspection, Oro finally spoke: "How do we get out of here now?"
Lox looked up and saw Oro's increasingly bright golden eyes. He thought for a moment and said, "Since we've come this far, let's just keep moving forward."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and took the lead across the hall, found the exit at the other end, and then waved to Oro.
Oro didn't speak, didn't nod, and didn't respond at all; he just silently walked on.
But as Oro took his steps, the other two golden orbs also seemed to begin to show some subtle fluctuations.
The exit from the hall still leads to a spiral corridor, but this corridor seems different from the previous one.
There are raised patterns on the wall that resemble blood vessels or nerve bundles.
Both the walls and the path you walk on are soft, becoming softer and more elastic as you go down.
Lox walked ahead of Oro with great flair, occasionally touching the wall and the ground under Oro's gaze.
"Godfather, do you think it's possible that this building is alive?"
Suddenly, Locke said, pulling his hand back from the wall and carefully observing its rebound: "Or—to be more precise, this tower is an extension of something's bodily structure. Do you think we might be walking inside it?"
"We've come back."
Oro's reply was completely irrelevant, leaving Lox utterly confused.
Lox looked around and finally found a grain of gold the size of a grain of rice on the wall.
"What the hell? Oh, it's yours, isn't it! Ah—godfather, do you think it might be a ghost wall?"
Lox snapped his neck around, turning 270 degrees to look at Auro, his voice tinged with fear: "Ah—Godfather—what are we going to do now?"
"Um?"
[Lox] turned its head and saw Oro's relieved smile. It was puzzled again, unable to understand what kind of brain this human had: "Godfather, what are you laughing at?"
"What else can make me laugh?"
Auro laughed more and more exaggeratedly as he looked at the thing's twisted neck. This thing was no longer going to act, and he was too lazy to act anymore: "What a weird thing, neither fish nor fowl."
"I've been looking at you for a long time and I still can't figure out what you are, but it's okay."
Auro raised his hand and waved it, causing the golden sphere closest to [Rocks] to shine brightly: "You'd better really be a ghost."
"Ouch!"
Old Man Rocks, who was fast asleep in a room in God Valley, was thrown from his bed by a violent tremor that affected the entire Valley of God.
Only a seasoned veteran would do that. When trouble comes, they don't even need to put on their clothes; they just get up, throw on their clothes, and run, clutching their aching back as they rush out of the building.
He rushed headlong to a flat, open area, then looked around and exclaimed, "What happened? An earthquake?!"
"Ouch! Mom!"