Chapter 042 Breaking the "Gate of Hell"

Sure enough, Sartre's fatal weakness is the two eyeballs that lead directly to the gate of hell!

Sartre finally suffered from pain, and it was the first time I heard his miserable cry.

This thing covered half of its face with a furry hand and actually made a baby cry!

In the empty tomb, hearing this sound, all the hairs on my body stood up. You don't need to look to know that the fat man must be breaking out in a cold sweat.

The cry of a baby reminds people of their original appeal and makes them extremely nervous.

"What the fuck! You're so evil, how can you make such a sound!" The fat man's ears were numb when he heard it. He picked up the Colt and poured a bunch of bullets down.

This time, the sheep-headed satyr was hit by bullets and fell continuously. When it reached a place of more than two meters, it fell directly and fell heavily on the stone slab with a "dong" sound.

By the light, Nasat sat up from the ground. At this time, its crying finally stopped, dark green juice oozed from the gaps between its furry fingers, and its remaining one eye was looking up at us viciously.

The baby's cry finally stopped, and the fat man and I were relieved.

"I've blinded one eye, but you still dare to look at it! I won't keep that one for you!" After the fat man finished speaking, he started to change the magazine.

As the saying goes, evil breeds when you are brave, and the fat man is also anxious. At this time, it doesn't matter who is afraid of whom, either you will die or I will live.

Fatty's shooting skills are much better than mine. After changing the magazine, he started to shoot. His bursts of fire were hard and accurate, and several bullets hit Sartre's face-protecting fingers, splattering fresh dark green juice.

At this time, we could vaguely tell that this Sartre's weak point besides his eyes was probably his fingers. The rest seems to be equipped with armor and cannot be penetrated at all. Later, I thought, maybe its skin is too thick and contains special ingredients. The bullet cannot penetrate it and can only embed in the superficial layer of the skin.

This kind of injury is undoubtedly an ineffective injury, just like someone pricking you with a blunt toothpick. Unless it pricks you for three days and three nights, in the end, you will die of thirst.

Sartre was beaten so hard that he ran around and hid behind a pillar. We quickly adjusted the angle, but we couldn't see him.

You must not go down at this time. Going down means that you are not waiting on the shore, and you have to go into the water to fight with the crocodile.

Now that we have found a way to deal with it, and with Fatty, a sharpshooter, by his side, there is no need to worry about not winning the final victory. Even if you can't kill it in the end, getting rid of it is a rare good thing!

In order to make it easier to shoot, the fat man held the flashlight in his mouth and said to me hesitantly: "Old Cao, that thing must have been hidden for so long , so it must be afraid to come out. By the way, that shot just now will definitely give you a shot. This!" The fat man gave me a thumbs up in his busy schedule.

"If it hadn't been for your shot, we brothers would have been smashed into meat pies. Being stuffed into stuffing and eaten as steamed buns is not the fat man's pursuit of death."

I hummed casually.

Only then did he have the mood to look at the structure of the main hall.

The main hall is very high, at least fifteen meters away.

As a pillar wood, it must be integrated and completed in one go.

It's hard for me to imagine where Jianling collected so many thousand-year-old nanmu.

I said to the fat man: "Just cut off a section of this pillar we dug up, and it will be enough for you to eat for three or two years."

When the fat man heard that it was so valuable, his greedy eyes flashed. He took out his dagger and made a few cuts on the pillar.

I quickly stopped him: "Are you fucking crazy? The rabbit knows not to eat the grass beside its nest, but we are still clinging to it, so you're going to stab it and chop it up?"

The fat man chuckled and said that he was not that stupid. He was just trying the edge of the knife. In fact, he wanted to see if he could cut off a piece. I heard that many luxury cars are equipped with high-grade and rare wood. As long as a small piece is complete, it can be sold at a good price.

People like Fatty have a very simple pursuit. As long as money is mentioned, anyone can chat with him all night. Now he couldn't care less about the strange poison on his legs. How could he feel any pain from just now to now?

As I was talking just now, I didn't even notice the Satyr running out from below. It was extremely fast, and it jumped to the top of the spiral staircase in three or two movements as if teleporting. It didn't forget to turn around and look viciously. We take a look.

The illumination range of our flashlight beam is very limited, and we have not yet been able to see the full view of the main hall.

No one else could bear to stay in this hazy, hazy dark environment for too long.

The fat man fired several long-range shots, but he could no longer pose a threat to Sartre.

"Fish in dirty water, and the more you touch it, the muddy it becomes. What's wrong? It's time for our remaining flare to be deployed, right?"

After a few shots, it seemed like they missed. Fatty couldn't stand it anymore. He took out the only remaining flare and asked me if I wanted to fire it immediately.

I fully understand the feeling of the fat man. It's like a mouse getting into your house, but you can't turn on the light to find it. How can you kill the mouse by throwing your slippers around in the dark.

But my cautious character has become the norm, especially in a situation like this where there is only one seedling left. I admit that living like this is very tiring, but I am still afraid of what to do if I encounter a situation that requires flares more.

This reminds me of the misers in ancient times. They were reluctant to part with this or that. They accumulated gold and silver at home, but they lived by licking pickles every day. In the end, they enjoyed nothing. They kicked off their legs and said Goodbye.

I thought, I can't imitate them, let alone just a flare, worrying about gains and losses, I will eventually have to get rid of it on my own.

After weighing it again and again, I didn't care. I dropped the shoehorn and hooked it with my hand. The flare is gone, so think of other options. Now let’s get a clear picture of the main hall, it’s a pleasure to see it!

Immediately, he told the fat man: "Go in the direction where Satt is escaping and shoot him hard!"

Whoosh ---

The flares cut through the air with a sharp, rapid whooshing sound.

The fat man fired at an angle, which was exactly a parabola. Finally, the illumination marble exploded more than ten meters above the ground. Immediately, a very white, very bright round fireball formed in mid-air.

Like the ninth son sent down by the sun, it illuminates the huge main hall so brightly.

Although flares can illuminate everything instantly, their effectiveness is extremely short. I must obtain the most complete information within this limited time.

I calmed down and rubbed my eyes vigorously, and then I could fully see the environment around the main hall. It's really just a matter of not looking at it. It's amazing at first sight, and I just glanced at it casually, and I was stunned.

The sound of water flow that we heard originally came from the volleying floor in front of us.

At a height of more than ten meters in the main hall in front, a flare exploded on one side of it. The aerial floor was filled with water, which rumbled down and formed a small waterfall.

What's even more weird is that the roaring sound of the water becomes clearer and clearer, as if we were deaf just now.

I can't imagine whether it was because of the light. Under the strong light of the fireball, the water flow of the small waterfall stirred up a thin layer of water mist. The water mist stayed in mid-air, and the final destination of the water flow was unexpectedly Unknowable.

Although it is not possible to see where the water finally flows, the source of the waterfall is clearly visible.

I saw a huge black hole above the dome of the main hall, like the entrance to a monster's throat. Rolling water poured out of the black hole, and we were like undead little strong men who had just been swallowed in.

The black hole has been washed by water all year round, and the surrounding area is extremely smooth. The exposed areas are all brown mountain rocks. Only then can we see that this is a naturally formed "mountain manifold".

Some mountains are extremely dry all year round. Even if it rains heavily, the next day will be like being exposed to the sun for ten days. This is because there are mountains in these mountains.

Each mountain is connected by meridians, and the formation of the mountain is due to the extension of the meridians in the mountain. It's like the rhizome of a certain plant, a small river. The plant grows on one side, but the rhizome is on the other side.

The mountain manifold will gather all the "blood vessels" in the mountain body, accumulate all the water, and finally gather it in one place.

It is said that there are no rivers in Sichuan and no mountains in Shandong. In the land of Bashu, there is a famous place - Zhishan Xianyun Cave.

This mountain is connected to a huge underground river, which is dozens of kilometers away. The mountains climb into the ground, and no one can imagine the miraculous craftsmanship of nature.

I thought to myself that maybe all the water in the entire Zhelong Valley and Bilong Mountain converged here.

Presumably, this place must be connected to a large underground river somewhere. Otherwise, according to this situation, the hall will be flooded in less than three days!

"I'm so old that my eyes are dazzled. Lao Cao, am I right? There is a waterfall in this underground palace?" The fat man was stunned and said this after holding back for a long time.

"Absolutely not wrong..." I replied in a daze.

Originally I only estimated the height of the main hall, but I never thought that the inside of the main hall was more like another world.

In the main hall, there are huge pillars towering into the sky, and there are dozens of yellow branches. We are just like little ants, clinging to one of them.

There is a huge empty floor below the volleying pavilion, close to the spiral staircase on the right. There is nothing on the outside of the empty floor. When you look inside, you will see a coffin and a coffin.

More than a dozen thick black iron chains hang a huge coffin, directly below the spiritual platform, with the four sacred beasts Xuanwu, Qinglong, Fire Phoenix and Qilin arranged at the four corners.

At first, I thought that the unicorn beast in the southeast corner was my mistake. There should be a white tiger missing among the four mythical beasts.

I twisted my body and moved the ankle buckle down. It clicked. I stretched my neck and my eyes widened.

Now I could see it more clearly, and there was no mistaking it, it was a unicorn.

This is strange, Qilin belongs to fire. Contrast with fire and phoenix is a taboo in tomb construction.

Thinking again, how could someone who could build such a majestic mausoleum make such a stupid mistake.

Could it be that it was intentional? Are the two fires clashing to offset and suppress the corpse energy in the coffin?

Now the fat man is the head radar, with his eyes focused on where the treasures are. He said coldly: Why are there no buried artifacts? Could it be that all the rare treasures are stored in the attic? Putting the treasure above your head is not putting the cart before the horse.

I don't have time to pay attention to the fat man.

I was thinking about this special architectural structure. Thousands of years ago, it would have been unthinkable to build a lofty pavilion in the underground world. Now seeing is believing,

I sighed endlessly in my heart. This kind of majestic and weird building definitely needs the support of all the technical essence of generations of craftsmen!

The volleying pavilion seems to be carrying a huge coffin. A dozen extremely thick black iron chains have been stored here for at least a thousand years, but there is no rust or breakage.

With this material, not to mention the locked coffin, even the locked dragon cannot break it and escape even if it lasts for thousands of years.