Chapter 2157

At the end, there is an open door. There was darkness inside the door. I couldn't see anything. Only dead breath kept coming, whistling in my ears like a Yin wind.

Fred closed his eyes, the power of the soul shook in the center of his eyebrows, and ripples that could not be seen by the naked eye rippled open.

After a while, Fred opened his eyes and said, "the specific situation in it is unknown, but there is no soul left, and there is no smell of living creatures."

After confirming that there were no living creatures and no threat of undead, Fred and angel stepped into the door.

The gloomy and dead spirit inside is more intense. Even, without any energy drive, there are all kinds of ghost cries in my ears, as if there are a large number of grievances whispering.

Angel was not affected, but Fred's eyebrows kept beating, with an appearance of hard patience.

Seeing this, angel took a step forward gently. With the step falling, an invisible spiritual force field shrouded around him and Fred.

Under the protection of the spiritual force field, Fred finally breathed a sigh of relief: "this must be the place where Mrs. Sheila sleeps. The residual resentment is extremely strong. Standing here alone can lead to the death accumulated in my soul."

Had it not been for angel's protection, Fred would not have survived here. Once he inhales too much resentment, he has only one end, that is, degeneration.

"So it seems that this place is more suitable for practicing soul tricks than Xinghu castle." Angel murmured and stretched out his hand. A bright ball of light rose slowly from the palm of his hand.

The light ball rose to the top of the head, and the brilliant light immediately dissipated the darkness and shone around.

This is an advanced level of lightness, level 1 magic brilliance.

Under the light of the shining technique, they can see the situation within a range of more than ten meters nearby. There is nothing special in the illumination range. The ground is abnormally flat and has obvious grinding marks. It is artificially created.

Right in front of them, at the edge of the light, there was a faint step.

"It seems that this place is bigger than expected." Angel whispered a sentence. Ten light balls made by brilliance appeared in the palm of his hand at the same time. With a slight flick, the light ball flew in all directions.

The dark underground hole is like opening a skylight in direct sunlight, which lights up in an instant. Even deep dark corners are replaced by light.

When light completely replaced darkness, they finally saw the scene in such a big hole.

The area of the underground cave is very vast. Even if you put down two or three Xinghu castles, there is no problem. The whole underground cave is very flat. In front of it is a high platform similar to the altar. Near the altar, there are a large number of regular rectangular stone platforms. In a circle around the edge of the underground cave, there is a small black cave every few meters. In addition, there are no other artificial traces.

Fred looked around with a frown, and finally fixed his eyes on the high platform.

"This high platform..." Freud pointed to the high platform like an altar: "the dead breath on it is very strong, just like the essence."

Needless to say, Angell already felt it.

Although it seems to the naked eye that there is nothing on the high platform, the smell of death, withering and silence is extremely conspicuous. It can even be said that all the dead gas in the whole underground cave is emitted from the high platform, which is the source of.

"It's always strange here. Let's split up and see if we find anything. Finally, let's go to the high platform." Angel didn't go to the high platform to explore the source of death gas for the first time, but planned to look at the situation in the underground cave separately with Fred.

Fred nodded. He was also very confused about the cave. Why is there such a cave here? Who built it? What are you doing?

Angel applied a mental force field to Freud, and then he went to the left of the platform, and Freud went to the right.

Angel first felt it with spiritual force. The only things worth exploring on the left are those rectangular stone platforms and small caves on the edge of underground caves.

He went to the rectangular stone platform.

These rectangular stone benches protrude directly from the ground. Regardless of height and shape, they look like workbenches in the laboratory.

On the rectangular stone platform, objects are placed like a workbench.

A skeleton.

To be exact, it's incomplete human bones.

It is a left-handed skeleton, which has been completely dried up. Under the scouring of strong dead gas, brittle cracks appear on the skeleton. It is estimated that it will be weathered as soon as it is touched.

Through the double vision of the naked eye and spirit, angel found that when the left-hand skeleton lived, there seemed to be traces of energy infiltration. However, he was not sure that he had not fully learned the bone knowledge applicable to wizards. He could ask Fred later.

Without finding anything else, angel went to another rectangular stone platform.

Like the previous stone platform, there is also an incomplete skeleton, but the smaller one here is the metacarpal bone of the right hand.

From the metacarpal bone, the knuckles are clear, not missing, and there are also traces of energy.

Angel recalled that his left hand seemed to be bigger than the metacarpal bone of his right hand. It should not be from the same person.

Then angel went to other rectangular stone platforms. Each stone platform has incomplete skeletons, which are different parts, and some are not human.

After watching the rectangular stone platform, angel went to the small cave dug out on the cave wall.

Before, he had checked the situation in the small cave with his mental strength, but now he just came to reconfirm it.

After reading it, angel determined that the result was the same as that of the spiritual horizon: the small cave was not big, it was only two meters deep, and a complete human skeleton sat in each small cave.

Angel looked around the underground caves for a week. These small caves were one every few meters. There were 360 caves in total.

In each cave, there is a human skeleton in the same sitting posture.

This is absolutely abnormal.

Angel seemed to think of something, his eyes suddenly became dark, and walked silently back to the central platform.

After a while, Fred came over.

Floyd: "the stone platform is full of broken bones, including human, humanoid and some non standard alien. I feel that a transcendent may have done some secret research here. Because all bones have traces of using energy before they die, they should not be mortals."

Freud's judgment was similar to what Angel thought. Angel pondered for a moment: "it would be normal for humans and humanoids to appear here if it was really the secret research of the extraordinary. However, there are the bones of alien creatures, which reminds me of a certain ethnic group."

"Karabit." Fred echoed softly.

Karabitians love to study creatures, especially alien creatures.

Angel nodded: "maybe a karabit wizard, doing experiments here."

Froude: "it's possible, but judging from the scene, it has been abandoned for a long time, and there is no trace of experimenters, so it's impossible to confirm this guess."

Angel nodded. The skeleton on the stone platform had no more information for the time being, so he had to put it down for the time being.

Angel: "what I am most concerned about is the skeleton in those small caves."

Floyd recalled for a moment and trembled slightly: "those skeletons are all intact, but they are all in the same sitting position, which makes me feel a little creepy."

After a pause, Fred asked curiously, "why do adults care about those skeletons?"

Angel pondered for a moment: "each small cave has the same distance, the same size inside, the same skeleton and the same posture. Everything follows a unified standard. This reminds me of..."

Angel hesitated for a moment before revealing the word in his heart: "ceremony."

ceremony. Freud whispered the word. Ritualism was not surrounded and blocked by extreme sects like Ming literature in the southern region, so he also heard it, but he only heard it, but rarely touched it.

However, he knew that basically all sacrifices had something to do with ritualism. Even, some schools believe that rituals, like Ming literature, are derived from demons and gods, but rituals are derived from the sacrificial ceremony between demons and believers.

"I once came into contact with the ritual of praying for food in anada, and later learned some basics of ritual with greya." Angel recalled some of Professor greya's ritual contents: "before becoming the existence of controlling rituals, ritualism rarely has freedom. Everything must be done according to rituals."

"The ritualistic rituals are very strict and rigid norms. For example, in the sacrificial ceremony, the position of the giver must be scattered beyond the ten fold distance of the tribute, all the givers must be three meters apart, and the position of the giver separated by two must be 90 degrees..."

"It is precisely because of the existence of these norms that the ceremony can be carried out completely. In my opinion, the existence of small caves here is absolutely rigorous norms."

After hearing angel's explanation, Fred also understood why Angel valued the small cave.

If it's just a ceremony, it's nothing. However, the ritual used human bones.

Whether the ceremony is a sacrifice for the living or a sacrifice for the dead, it means that it is a sacrificial ceremony.

Sacrifice naturally has a goal, and the goal of using human beings as tribute is generally evil gods, evil gods, demons with divinity and eating human beings, or foreign giants hostile to human beings.

Otherwise, there is no need to use humans as tribute.

Whether they are evil gods, evil gods or alien beings, they are not easy to match, and they are all the focus of the wizard world.

There is such a sacrificial ceremony here, which really needs to be valued.

"Since the rituals are human bones." Angel looked back at the nearby platform: "this platform, no doubt, is an altar."

"As for who this sacrificial ceremony is to sacrifice to, go up and have a look. There must be a clue."

Angel said, and took the lead in stepping on the steps of the altar.

With each step, angel can feel that the scour of death on the spiritual force field is more and more violent.

However, although the dead breath here is very strong, it is not controlled. It is just an unconscious impact and will not cause any damage to the mental force field.

There are 36 steps in total, just corresponding to the number of small caves, which once again confirms the standardization of the ceremony.

When they came to the top of the altar, they saw a white bone altar made of the dead bones of the dead.

There is nothing on the white bone altar, but the dead spirit here is the strongest.

Angel guessed that Mrs. Celia might have stayed on the altar before, so the breath of death and undead here would be so strong.

Fred walked around the altar and saw no other abnormalities, that is, if they want to find clues, they can only search from the white bone altar.

But at first glance, it is also difficult to get clues on the white bone altar. There is not only nothing, but also the altar is pure white and flawless, and there is no grain.

Angel reached out and touched the white bone altar.

When cold feedback came from his fingers, angel's eyes coagulated slightly.

"This white bone altar has no energy left." Angel said slowly.

The white bone altar is built with the dead bones of the dead. The dead bones of the dead are semi-finished magic materials in the wizard world, which must contain extraordinary properties.

But now, the dead bones of the dead have become mortal, without any extraordinary nature, which means

"The ceremony has been carried out."

Now that the ceremony has been carried out, what is the ceremony? Is the ceremony a success or a failure? Why is Mrs. Sheila here?

When Fred was full of questions, angel's palm suddenly forced, and the white bone altar fell apart in an instant.

After a "Hua Hua" sound, the white bone altar broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

With the breaking of the white bone altar, the ground at the top of the altar was revealed.

"Well, here's a symbol!" When Freud looked down, he saw a strange symbol clearly painted by human beings in the center of the ground below the white bone altar.

After confirming that there was no energy left on the white bone altar, angel explored with spiritual force and found this symbol. Therefore, he would smash the white bone altar to expose the symbols.

Angel had never seen this symbol before.

It is very regular and can be divided into three parts. The outermost is a concentric circle. Inside the concentric circle is a standard ceremonial hexagon, and inside the hexagon is a left-right symmetrical winding symbol.

This symbol is like two symmetrical and curved crickets. When you look at it carefully, it is printed in your mind. It seems to be alive and winding.

"Although this symbol does not seem to have any extraordinary signs, it is vaguely related to the dead Qi around it." Angel sighed: "unfortunately, I have never seen this symbol."

The symbol inside the hexagon is obviously the key clue, perhaps pointing directly to the sacrificial object.

Angel looked at Fred opposite to see if he knew.

Floyd shook his head: "I've never seen it either. However, it doesn't matter if I haven't seen it. We can ask for foreign aid..."