wasteland ranch

Chapter 121 Time Stop Altar
The two were chatting one after another, and after walking about 200 meters, they suddenly found a corner in front of them, and a flickering light came from there.

"There is a door!"

Lin Guiyao's eyes were sharp, and he saw the square bulge at the corner at a glance, a bit like a man-made building, and rushed over it in a few steps.

"This is……"

The two looked at the scene in the corner and rubbed their eyes involuntarily.

After crossing a gate-like door and passing through a corridor, it turned out to be a spacious hall!

A dozen large red columns in Gaolong prop up a dome more than 30 meters high. Under the dome, the most conspicuous thing is a white step similar to an altar. Under the altar, there is a huge blue bronze tripod.

The strange thing is that the fire is still burning fiercely under the copper tripod, which looks very strange.

"You stay here first, I'll see if there is an exit."

Putting Zhao Ziyue down at the door, Lin Guiyao carefully threw a piece of pitch-black animal meat forward, picked it up and threw it again when it was all right, just throwing it step by step like this, that's what he did when he was in the corridor before.

Although it looks stupid, it's better than being stuck in a trap and turning into a hedgehog.

The hall is only about [-] square meters, and the only things that can be seen are a tripod and an altar. Other than that, there are only thirteen pillars left.

When he counted to thirteen, Lin Guiyao was stunned for a moment, and after counting again, he frowned and looked away.

After carefully walking around the altar, Lin Guiyao crouched under the cauldron and looked at the strange fire. Even though he was very close, he didn't feel the slightest warmth, but he didn't recklessly try it out with his hands.

The fire was neither too big nor too small, and it came out of half of the arm-thick wood. I saw a crack at one end of the wood, as if it had been struck by lightning. Only half of the surface was covered with charcoal black, and the other half It is fresh and tender green, and you can even see a small green shoot on it.

Seeing this, Lin Guiyao tried to identify it, and a long-lost blue word finally appeared:

【Jiu Lei Kurong Wood】%&%￥&Cultivation@￥) Nine@! #犯@!雷#@)￥death&￥living&...

Except for the name and a few words, it was all garbled characters, which surprised Lin Guiyao.

"Even the system can't identify it. It must be a treasure. I don't know how many years this hall has existed, but the fire is still burning..."

Looking at the piece of wood under the fire, Lin Guiyao's breathing was a little short,

Of course it’s not because of the word cultivation. This is a wasteland world. It’s fine if there is such high-tech as Iron Man’s armor. If there is even cultivation, then what is it?Spirit recovery?

Stop making trouble bro!

"Since it's a good thing, don't take it for nothing!"

Lin Guiyao thought for a while, took out a water bag from his backpack, and poured the water in it directly on the fire, but a scene that almost frightened him to death appeared,

After the water was splashed on the fire, it ignited quickly, and immediately chased the water line and burned towards the water bag in his hand, so frightened that he threw the water bag away and jumped a few meters away.

"I took water, but why did it burn like alcohol?"

Seeing the water bag turn into ashes for a while, Lin Guiyao stood up with some fear.

"Look at this altar first."

The tripod was three meters high, so Lin Guiyao decided to go up to the altar to have a look at the tripod because of his height, so he might be able to find a way to get that piece of Nine Thunder Dead Tree. Of course, finding the exit is the key. the most important.

After all, Chen Elong and the others are still in a hurry outside!
The altar was made of bluish-white stones, a bit the color of bones, with many strange runes carved on it, but Lin Guiyao couldn't understand them.

Climbing up the stairs, counting silently in my heart, the number of steps is indeed thirteen.

When you get to the top of the altar, there is no platform for sacrifice. There is only a hollow circular pattern about ten meters in diameter engraved on the ground, a bit like a magic circle in Two-dimensional.
However, when Lin Guiyao saw the three hollow patterns in the formation, he couldn't help but let out a loud exclamation, and stepped back a few steps with a pale complexion, causing Zhao Ziyue to stand up nervously, and was about to jump over with one foot.

"Ziyue, I'm fine!"

Waving at Zhao Ziyue, Lin Guiyao wiped the sweat off his brow, squatted down,

I saw that the three hollowed-out patterns turned out to be very familiar to him:
Hoe, axe, pickaxe!

The three patterns are joined head to toe to form a big triangle. In the center of the triangle is the mysterious clover relief!

Both the size and the shape fit the farm tools in his hand very well. What made him turn pale with fright was that there was actually a silver hoe inlaid in the hollowed-out hoe pattern. Looking carefully, it was he who was lost in the pond. The bottom one!
"What exactly is going on?"

Turning back and forth a few times, Lin Guiyao was convinced that he could not admit his mistake. After all, he swung that hoe more than one hundred thousand times day and night, more times than holding a woman's hand. Clearly.

But how on earth did this hoe end up here?Shouldn't it just stay at the bottom of the pool, or be swept away by the vortex?

"Why don't you try?"

This obvious hint is very similar to the simple puzzles in the game. Anyway, after walking around, Lin Guiyao didn't find any exit from this hall, so he just gambled.

With two buzzing sounds, he took out the ax and pickaxe in the backpack, and fiddled with the hollowed-out gap, and sure enough, they clicked and pressed in.

As the copper pick was also pressed down by him, Lin Guiyao didn't know if it was an illusion, but Lin Guiyao felt his heart beat suddenly and violently, and then stopped.

No, not an illusion!

He could clearly see that the flame under the cauldron seemed to be fixed and no longer swaying, and the concerned expression on Zhao Ziyue's face in the distance was clearly visible, her lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but it was fixed. In place, motionless like a perfect wax figure.

However, this feeling only lasted for ten seconds. Lin Guiyao panted heavily, watching Zhao Ziyue suddenly press the play button as if he had paused, and moved towards him.

"village head?"

Lin Guiyao waved his hands, clutching his chest and sitting slumped on the ground, a drop of cold sweat ran across his forehead, and fell to the ground along the corner of his brow.

In those short ten seconds, he not only saw Zhao Ziyue being suspended, but he also saw a scene that shocked him.

He actually saw a person who looked very similar to himself, holding a knife and kicking open a door with a grin, and after frantically stabbing an old man, he even walked into the bedroom, facing a baby who was just a baby. The baby raised the bloody sharp blade,
Then the screen turned back to him sitting in front of the computer and opened a strange chat group,
Then, the screen was interrupted.

"Is that... me?"

Covering his head in pain, Lin Guiyao certainly knew who the people in the picture were.

"You mean, if I didn't open that chat group, I'd be like that crazy 'me'?"

Lin Guiyao stared intently at the clover in the formation, even though it was motionless.

"But am I not crazy now? This world is crazy, but you sent me here! What do you want from me!"

Da la da la da la, as he roared, the big cauldron under the altar shook violently, and thick water vapor rushed up, as if something was about to crawl out.

"Village chief be careful!"

(End of this chapter)