The Master of the Strange Realm

"Change the subject quickly."

He thought in his mind and mentioned another very important thing: "By the way, the Reading Festival seems to be on the third week of this month. I want to give you a gift. I don't know what you need."

This month is the month of the sages, so for believers, there will be a festival similar to Christianity and Christmas. There are also other orthodox sects, such as [Earth Mother Goddess] and Harvest Feast, [Lightless Moon] and Full Moon Sun.

"I usually prepare gifts myself, so why are you asking me directly?"

The professor was amused, but thinking of Jenkins's style of making friends, he felt it was natural.

"There is no need for gifts. If you have time that day, can you come to Nolan First High School? My students like your books very much. They will be very happy if you can talk to everyone."

"Of course it's no problem. Then I'll go next Tuesday morning. I'll visit the church with my dad in the afternoon, and go home to spend the holidays with my family in the evening."

"That would be great, the students will be very happy."

The professor laughed, his wrinkles gathering.

There are no traditional roads on the outskirts of the city. Professor Burns took Jenkins through the astonishing pasture outside the hospital, secretly borrowed a road through a horse farm, crossed a large forest, and walked along the railway track for half an hour. I touched a hill to the east again, and after twists and turns, I found a valley.

It was already past midnight, and the two of them had been walking for more than two hours.

"It's almost here."

As he moved forward, he muttered something in his mouth, and soon found a big tree.

This is really an old tree, as you can tell just by the trunk that is ten times as wide as Jenkins' waist.

Smelling the smell of damp earth and the unique smell of decay in the woods, I pushed aside the grass under the tree and revealed a hole leading to the ground. The moonlight could not penetrate the dense crown of the ancient tree, and the only thing that illuminated the cave entrance was the candle that Professor Burns had just lit with a match.

"Come in quickly."

He got in at once, and Jenkins bent down and followed.

Inside the cave entrance is a not-so-wide artificial passage that goes downwards gently. Wooden pillars are used to prop up the roof of the cave every few meters to prevent it from collapsing.

"What the hell is this place?"

Jenkins asked softly, fearing that his voice would shake the place.

"I mentioned to you before that the history before this era is difficult to find. Only some ancient ruins can prove the existence before the era."

"Is this here?"

"Yes."

After taking a few steps forward, it suddenly became spacious. Professor Burns bent down and searched on the ground for a while, and soon found a kerosene lamp. After lighting it with the light of a candle, he finally illuminated the things in front of him.

The simple passage broke through a stone brick wall, and the empty hall like a foyer was surrounded by stone brick walls. At the deepest part of the hall, there was a tall bronze door.

Compared to the [All Things Gate] that Jenkins had seen before, this one was much smaller. There was no mark on the door, as if it were two copper plates glued directly there.

"I found this place in an ancient book and spent half a year digging out this passage. Today is the last step - opening this door. I asked you to help me because I was worried about danger."

There was joy and some sadness in the professor's expression:

"On the third day after the tunnel was dug here, I met you and Oliver in that castle. If I could have joined the team of scribes earlier, why would I have dug the soil for half a year..."

Jenkins didn't know how to continue this sentence, so he could only remain silent for a few seconds to ease the atmosphere, and then immediately changed the topic:

"This should be a test for you by the sages. It is not an easy task to be able to independently excavate such a location without any danger. Ahem, by the way, Professor, what is behind the door? Although I am also keen on this kind of thing. Treasure hunt, but if any sealed evil creature is released, it will be the sin of both of us."

The professor seemed to be in a better mood. Perhaps Jenkins' words about the "test of sages" really moved him. The old man showed some confidence on his face:

"The book was written in an unknown language, but it didn't contain any mystery, so I finally understood it. This was the treasure room of an unknown person many epochs ago. Behind the door They were some small gifts he left to future generations. But unfortunately, until the end of that era, no descendants of his found this place. I studied the stars for a long time and went to the [Starry Sky and Equilibrium] Church to search. After reading the star maps for thousands of years, I asked my mathematician friend to calculate forward and roughly guess the location."

The more he spoke, the more complacent expression appeared on his face.

"guessed?"

Jenkins hit the nail on the head.

"Yes, after all, it is the location identified by the coordinates of the starry sky thousands of years ago. The final result I obtained covers a range of several thousand meters. After using the occult ritual divination to obtain twelve possible points, I guessed it instantly Got here.”

"Then your luck is really..."

Jenkins watched in silence as the professor approached the wall with an oil lamp, carefully swept around the wall with a small brush, and then looked at the door with some disappointment.

"As expected, there is still no new information. Let's get started!"

"How to do?"

He stepped forward and watched the professor gather his strength on the spot, bend down slightly, and hold the door with both hands.

"Come here and give me a hand, come and push it away!"

"Okay... wait, do you want to just open it? Isn't that too hasty?"

"It is recorded in the book that this is just a treasure house left by its owner to future generations. If there is any danger, come quickly."

Jenkins blinked, opened the Eye of Truth and glanced behind the door, but there was no light.

"OK."

The two of them held the door together and pushed it inward. With a heart-wrenching squeaking sound, the door was pushed open to a gap big enough for one person to enter. Then it seemed as if it hit something and could no longer be pushed. .

There was darkness behind the door, and even if a kerosene lamp was used close there, it could not illuminate the inside of the door.

"Already prepared!"

Professor Burns asked Jenkins to hold an oil lamp for lighting, and then retreated to a corner of the hall, where there were shovels, baskets, bamboo poles, oil lamps, matchboxes and a series of other things.

Chapter 154 Chapter 150 The Malice Behind the Door

Professor Burns bent down and carefully selected a bamboo pole, then lit a new kerosene lamp, hung it on the front end of the bamboo pole, and then slowly walked towards the door.

The bamboo pole was pushed through the crack of the door, and the flame of the kerosene lamp that kept shaking illuminated the inside of the door.

"Hiss~"

The two of them exclaimed at the same time, then looked at each other with horrified expressions. At this moment, the light inside the door went out.

"What do you see?"

The professor swallowed, then moved the bamboo pole back and took a few steps to the side, away from Jenkins.

"Lots of bodies, dad's, my family's, the bishop's, my friends', and... yours."

As Jenkins spoke, he carefully observed the professor with the [Eye of Reality]. The number of colors and the rotation direction and angle speed of the light spots were normal.

"I also saw many corpses that died in miserable conditions, but they were not exactly the same as those you mentioned. I saw the corpses of my students, bishops, colleagues, friends, and... you. "

At this time, there were only two people, Jenkins and Professor Burns, in the underground space. The light in Jenkins' hand illuminated their tangled faces.

"Fake."

Jenkins said with certainty.

"Of course it's fake. This method is too cheap. If the people inside are people we don't know, then I might suspect that this door is A-12-1-0089, the door to death. But Since what you see is different, then this is just fantasy and it doesn’t scare me!”

As he spoke, he lit the extinguished kerosene lamp again, but handed the bamboo pole to Jenkins.

Zhan Jinshi knowingly hung the kerosene lamp in his hand on the front end of the bamboo pole, and then stretched it in again.

"Hiss~"

The same sound came out again, and Jenkins subconsciously wanted to rush over, but immediately stopped and grabbed the professor who wanted to enter.

"Hallucination! Hallucination!"

He emphasized quietly.

"Yes, hallucination, these books cannot appear here, the tower will not allow them to leave."

The professor closed his eyes and followed his emphasis in a low voice. He kept tapping his feet lightly on the ground, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after a long time.

"Sage, this is temptation!"

"Definitely a temptation!"

Jenkins nodded, "I saw a pile of gold. I can deduce that this vision is to tempt us."

As he spoke, he pinched his leg with his hanging left hand, trying to calm himself down. What he saw just now was the rental house he had rented for a long time. Next to the large computer monitor, the dusty chassis was still humming.

Of course, the kerosene lamp went out again. Jenkins originally thought it was because there was insufficient oxygen in the door, but it had been a long time since the two opened the door, and the oil lamp was located closer to the door just now, so there was no reason for it to go out so quickly.

He pulled back the bamboo pole and lit the lamp. After the fire became stable, Jenkins looked at the professor who was thinking about it.

"What should I do? I think it's too risky to go in hastily, but there's no use waiting outside."

"Exactly right."

The professor nodded and took out a cigarette from his coat pocket. Instead of lighting it, he took a deep breath in front of his nose and put the cigarette back into his pocket.

"Look again and see what is behind the door. The book I found did not mention that the owner here is the Giver, so it is impossible for him to install a mechanism that can produce illusions here. Maybe, There have been some accidents here over the years.”

"Okay, let's agree now that no matter what we see, we can't take the initiative to enter the door."

Jenkins hung the kerosene lamp in his hand back on the front end of the bamboo pole.

"Okay, I was so excited just now...I'm sorry."

Obviously there was no sound of wind, but as soon as the kerosene lamp entered the door, the firelight in the glass cover immediately began to shake.

Jenkins and Professor Burns poked their heads and looked into the door along the opened gap, but this time, no one said anything until the fire went out.

In Jenkins' eyes, the firelight illuminated an empty quiet room behind the door. The pale Jenkins stood in the darkness, his face directly behind the kerosene lamp. Before the light disappeared, he asked in a low voice:

"Why do you want to kill me?"

He retracted the bamboo pole and looked at the professor beside him. His expression was also gloomy and terrifying.

"Do you want to watch it again? Or should you leave now and leave it to the church?"

After a long time, Jenkins asked.

"try again."

The professor gritted his teeth and said, "There is some information here that I must get. The church does not open information about the mystery of the era to low-level gifters like us, so I can only find it myself. If I miss this time, I may never have it again. Opportunity!”

"Is there that kind of material in here?"

Jenkins asked in surprise. If this was the case, he would go in and take a look.

"Yes, there is a high probability. The owner here is a famous historian of that era. I believe there will be something I need in the 'treasure' he left behind."

"But, it's been nearly a thousand years, those papers..."

"Wouldn't he be carved in stone or metal?"

The professor asked back, and Jenkins was stunned.

"What do you want to do?"

"This umbrella, after this umbrella is opened, the person under it can be protected. During the protection period, he will be immune to mental interference, poisonous gas, curses, etc. After a while, I will tie a rope around my waist and you will hold it outside. I will After entering with an umbrella, count silently for a second and pull me back immediately.”

The professor waved the black umbrella in his hand, his eyes full of determination, which was very similar to the expression when he explained the funeral to Jenkins in the strange situation.

"There's no need to take such a risk, it's too dangerous."

He quickly dissuaded him. He didn't know many friends, and Jenkins didn't want this respectable old man to die here.

"There should be some jewelry and gold in it. After we find it, we will distribute it in a ratio of three to one."

"No, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant. What I meant was that I might have other ways."

Jenkins waved his hand quickly, the professor was trying to seduce himself.

"Huh? There is a way, that's great! By the way, what did I misunderstand? What I mean is that we discuss the distribution plan in advance to prevent us from turning against each other after finding something. I have seen this kind of thing too much when I was young. Many times.”

Jenkins blushed and immediately realized that he was using sinister intentions to speculate on others. but--

"Have you seen too much when you were young? What did the professor do?"

He caught a glimpse of the pile of things in the corner and couldn't help but guess some special underground occupations. But according to what I heard before, the professor should have always been a teacher. Maybe he heard something when he participated in some excavations.

Chapter 155 Chapter 151 Treasure Box

"In fact, I have a candle that has not been extinguished since I got it. Maybe we can send it through the door and see the reaction inside. If it is still an illusion, then we can think about it again."

As he spoke, Jenkins reached into his pocket and pulled out a plain, burning candle.