Chapter 170
The two of them were getting closer and closer to the temple. The underground was empty and quiet. The small animals that had fallen down with them had already run away.
Cheng Hui suddenly moved his ears and faintly heard some people talking. Obviously, some ghost cultivators had already entered the crack to explore. It was estimated that it would not be long before a large number of ghost cultivators would swarm in.
The two of them unconsciously quickened their pace. As they rounded a bend, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a vast square. In the center of the square stood a tall, smooth, translucent white jade column, with fine silver threads faintly visible within.
Cheng Hui walked forward and took a look. The surface of the cylinder was very smooth and his figure could be faintly reflected in it. He looked at the slightly distorted reflection and felt a chill on his back for no reason.
Is it an illusion?
Why did he feel that this figure looked different from him?
Cheng Hui was puzzled. Something was wrong. The surface of the cylinder was curved, so it was normal for the reflected figure to be distorted. But for some reason, the more he looked at the reflection, the more he felt that something was wrong.
What exactly is wrong?
"Ah Hui!"
Cheng Hui suddenly woke up, looked carefully, and was shocked to find that he had walked in front of the cylinder without knowing when, and his hand was raised, almost touching it.
"What the hell!"
Cheng Hui was startled. The function of this cylinder was unknown. He would have been stupid to approach it without any precautions. He clearly remembered that he was just studying the reflection on the cylinder. How could it suddenly come over?
"You seemed to have discovered something just now, and you slowly walked over. I didn't realize something was wrong at first, but when I saw you reaching out to touch it, I realized something was wrong." Lin Qingyang walked to his side and looked at the cylinder vigilantly.
Cheng Hui seemed to be cautious in his actions. He would not easily touch something with an unknown function like this. Otherwise, he would not have noticed that something was wrong with him.
Cheng Hui was still terrified. What on earth had happened to this ancient city? This column looked beautiful, so why did it feel so strange?
He took a few steps back cautiously, not daring to get any closer to the column.
"Let's go and take a look at the temple." Lin Qingyang looked up at the temple at the end of the square. That was their destination. As for the column... no matter what effect it had, they didn't want to touch it.
"Let's go, this thing is so weird."
The two quickly moved away from the column and rushed to the temple.
Compared with other houses, the temple is decorated very luxuriously. Even after thousands of years of wind and rain, one can still see the former grandeur of this temple.
I don’t know what happened at that time, but the doors of most of the houses in this ancient city were open, including this temple.
Cheng Hui and Lin Qingyang stood at the gate of the temple, looking at the deep and dark hall. A cold wind blew from somewhere, making their backs inexplicably cold.
"Hiss... what the hell?" Cheng Hui muttered. He was already a Silver Armored Corpse in the Golden Core Stage, and he actually felt cold? It was outrageous!
"Be careful when you explore here later." Lin Qingyang grabbed Cheng Hui's hand and reminded him.
Even without Lin Qingyang's reminder, Cheng Hui would be more careful. He was not stupid. He knew something was wrong here. As a time traveler, following the heart was the basic operation!
"I'll lead the way."
Cheng Hui walked in front without giving any room for rejection. Lin Qingyang hesitated for a moment, but finally did not argue with him.
Cheng Hui's zombie body is his greatest asset. If he encounters an emergency and has no way to deal with it, his defense can allow him to hold on for a longer time. Naturally, he is more suitable for exploring the way than Lin Qingyang.
Lin Qingyang did not refuse because he knew this.
He also knew that as a cultivator, he could not always protect Cheng Hui behind him. Instead of protecting him all the time, it would be better to let him train now.
The two reached a consensus, and Cheng Hui took the lead and walked into the temple.
He had already seen that people were falling from the crack in the ground in the distance. If nothing unexpected happened, this ancient city would soon be submerged by a tide of ghost cultivators.
No matter how many secrets this ancient city hides, they will all be revealed. Cheng Hui is not worried that someone will steal the treasures here. He is mainly afraid that this ancient city is so obviously weird. If someone touches a seal and releases something powerful, everyone will be in trouble.
Now he just wanted to find a way to leave as soon as possible and get out of this strange place.
Of course, it would be even better if you could gain something. After all, who doesn’t like something for free?
After entering the temple, the gloomy feeling was much less.
The hall was dark, so they took out the night pearls to light up the hall after entering.
This night pearl does not have any other effects except for its amazing brightness, which makes it just right for use in this kind of place.
Two round beads were suspended above their heads, illuminating a large area. With the help of this light, they quickly looked around and found that the walls on both sides of the hall, including the floor and ceiling, were all painted with a large number of murals.
The two looked at each other and went to the walls on both sides to take a closer look.
On the wall that Cheng Hui saw, the first picture was a group of small people kneeling on the ground, with a tall figure standing in the middle of them.
Judging from the tall figure's clothes, he was of high status. The other little people only had simple linen clothes, but he was the only one wearing armor.
The second picture still shows a group of little people kneeling on the ground, surrounding the armored man in the middle, but in this picture, a silk thread emerges from the heads of those little people and extends towards the armored man.
In the third picture, all the little people are connected to the armored man with a silk thread, and houses and other things begin to appear around the little people.
In the fourth picture, the little people have built several cities. Each city has a little person in armor connected to the other little people. And all the armored people in the cities are connected to a larger armored person by a thread.
This huge armored man is very burly. In addition to the armor, he also wears an imperial crown on his head to highlight his status.
These four pictures formed one side of the wall of the hall. After reading them, Cheng Hui vaguely guessed that the one wearing the imperial crown at the end was most likely the "god" mentioned by the Wujiang Clan.
And those silk threads connecting the villains and the gods are probably the methods they have developed to combine spiritual cultivation with Shintoism, or even the so-called incense offerings.
He looked back at Lin Qingyang, who had just finished looking at the mural. The two of them exchanged positions tacitly. The painting style on this side of the wall was completely opposite to that on the left side.
If the left wall depicts the little people offering sacrifices to the "God", the wall on this side is completely the opposite. It shows that the "God" is constantly giving something from himself in order to nourish the little people.
The god in the first picture was still tall and strong, but the god in the second picture had already begun to become thin, and the god in the third picture was almost a skeleton, as could be seen with the naked eye. And the fourth picture...
Cheng Hui looked at the painting with a complicated expression. In the picture, all the little people were partying around a table, and on the table was the 'god'.
Honestly, after seeing these murals, Cheng Hui felt his worldview was a little distorted, especially the last one, where the skinny 'god' was placed on the dining table and the people around him looked like they were partying. It really made people feel uncomfortable.
And he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the little figures in the fourth mural looked stronger than those on the left wall.
He had a not-so-nice association. Judging from this painting...could the 'God' have been eaten by his followers?
He couldn't help but look at the fourth mural more carefully. The carnival of those little people was vividly portrayed, and he also discovered a point that he had not noticed before. Among those little people, there were many people wearing armor.
Cheng Hui: ???
He turned around and compared it with the murals on the wall. Yes, although it was not obvious, there were several little men wearing armor.
So... numerous believers worshipped a few armored men, and the armored men then worshipped a 'god', but the final result was that the armored men and the believers shared the god together to strengthen themselves?
What kind of brutal practice method is this?
Lin Qingyang had seen the mural and was also shocked. Even he had never seen such an operation of nourishing the spirit and then eating the spirit.
He murmured, "There was no mention of this kind of thing in the notes I read back then."
Cheng Hui loosened his collar uncomfortably and cursed in a low voice, "What the hell is this! Are all the people from the Wuzhang Clan perverts?"
Lin Qingyang recalled the contents of the notebook and frowned, saying, "There is no record of this in the records of the Wujiang Clan."
Cheng Hui and he exchanged a bewildered glance. If Lin Qingyang didn't know, he knew even less. The Wujiang Clan had been gone from the cultivation world for who knows how many years, and who knew what had become of their 'god' back then.
"Forget it, forget it, don't worry about it. These things have nothing to do with us. Anyway, the Wujiang tribe is dead, let's find a way to leave." Cheng Hui was very rational.
Although he felt uncomfortable with the contents of the mural, he knew that their biggest goal at the moment was to find a way out. The situation of the Zombieless Tribe was actually of little concern to them.
And just as he said, the Wujiang tribe has become extinct, and that way of nourishing the spirit has most likely disappeared as well, so there is no point in worrying about it anymore.
There are murals on the walls of the main hall of the temple, and there are many rooms at the back of the temple.
Cheng Hui and Lin Qingyang walked around inside. Although the room was badly weathered, there were still some traces of the various decorations inside.
Cheng Hui asked in confusion, "Why do I feel like this doesn't look like a temple, but rather like the emperor's palace?"
Lin Qingyang also had the same feeling, but he had only seen a limited number of imperial palaces, so he did not immediately associate this with the matter.
"Did you find any clues?"
Lin Qingyang shook his head.
Cheng Hui was a little worried. The palace was so big that if he really had to search every room, he didn't know how long it would take.
It would be best to find some clues and act accordingly, so that you can find a way out as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, it now seems that the ideal is perfect but the reality is very cruel, and they still don’t know any clues that may lead to their departure.
"The people here seemed to have disappeared suddenly. I saw traces of what happened in some rooms," said Cheng Hui.
The entire ancient city was in a strange state, with the doors of many courtyards wide open, as if something had happened suddenly and all the people were attracted away and never came back.
Cheng Hui was puzzled.
This is the population of an entire city. Even if it cannot be compared with modern times, there are at least tens of thousands of people. These tens of thousands of people just disappeared out of thin air. How did they do that?
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