Chapter 180 Secret Room
It can be seen that everyone wants to get some more information from the older woman, but at this moment the latter is sitting quietly on a stone pillar not far behind, without saying a word.
It is her silence, or in a sense, her rejection, that makes everyone dare not force her too much.
Everyone wants to get information from her, but no one wants to be the evil person who forces her, after all, if that happens, she may be retaliated by the woman.
If what she said is true, then the probability of the woman surviving will be much higher than that of other people.
She is considered a second-timer.
"What should we do now?" someone asked.
The scene fell silent.
Everyone knows that there is a high probability that there is a secret behind this door, but there is no mechanism to open it, so the only way left is to break the door with brute force.
But the key is who will be the one to break the door.
Sometimes it is a bad thing for too many smart people to gather together, and their own ulterior motives lead to extremely low efficiency of action.
If there were a few young people, it is estimated that they would have tried out whether there is a monster, let alone the door.
Of course, the possibility of a group annihilation is not ruled out.
A gust of cold wind blew from nowhere, blowing away some of the dust on the stone door, and the entire alien creature became blurred.
This was good, because without the alien creatures staring at each other at the door, everyone's psychological pressure was much less.
The stone door was more fragile than expected. The four men barely picked up a stone pillar of moderate size and imitated a battering ram, knocking the stone door open twice.
The stone door did not open like a normal door, but fell backwards like a domino.
It hit the ground with a "bang", splashing a large amount of dust.
At the moment the stone door fell, the four people immediately retreated until the dust dissipated, revealing the scene behind the stone door.
It was a row of stone stairs.
From their perspective, they could only see the stairs arcing upward and gradually sinking into the darkness.
Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked up. It seemed that there was still space above the dome of this building.
The young man waved his hand to disperse the floating dust in front of him, tilted his head to look at the women, and nodded: "It's your turn."
This was the agreement reached before knocking on the door.
The men were responsible for knocking on the door, and after knocking the door open, the women had to go in first to explore the way.
Everyone is equal in the nightmare, and male and female rights are useless.
Who cares about face when their lives are about to be lost.
The three women gathered together unwillingly, obviously with their own ulterior motives.
No one is sure what is at the end of the spiraling stairs, and the unknown hidden in the darkness is the most terrifying.
The tall man who partnered with the loli took small steps towards the loli, as if he wanted to accompany her, but when the latter found out, he gave him a fierce look.
The two-meter-tall tall man actually didn't dare to move, and he looked very aggrieved.
The fat man looked confused.
Just when everyone's attention was focused on the darkness behind the stone door, a figure broke into their sight.
The elderly woman came over at some point and walked straight into the stone gate.
The people who reacted followed.
Walking on the stone stairs, the texture under their feet was an indescribable astringency, as if they were not walking on ordinary stairs, but a piece of history buried in the long river of time and space.
This history is likely not recorded in any history books, it is a forgotten time.
Whether it was intentional or due to the erosion of time, the stairs are often damaged, and there are even several relatively regular collapses.
Looking down from the collapsed position, it is difficult to find a focus with the eyes, and all that is reflected in the eyes is darkness.
Looking for a little longer, it feels like the whole person is going to sink into it.
They are close to the side of the wall, taking every step carefully.
Jiang Cheng slowly stroked the wall with his fingers. The wall was also engraved with obscure patterns, which might be the strange creatures on the stone gate, or it might be something else.
Finally they came to the end of the stairs.
There was also a stone door there, but the difference was that this stone door was open.
Although it was not fully opened, the huge gap was enough for an adult man to get in sideways.
The older woman went straight into the stone door.
Jiang Cheng looked at the disappearing figure of the woman, and something strange flashed in his eyes.
The young man took the lead and followed the woman into the stone door.
Among all the people, only the fat man was embarrassed. The young man was pulling him inside, and Jiang Cheng was pushing outside, and finally stuffed the fat man in.
The fat man also knew that he was holding back, and promised Jiang Cheng that he would lose weight when he returned.
If you can't lose 20 pounds in a month, you are an orphan.
"Tsk," Jiang Cheng, who had just entered, looked at him with a squint, always feeling that he had something to say.
Inside the stone door is a space of about dozens of square meters, which is arc-shaped as a whole.
According to their observations from outside the building, this should be at the top of the spire of the entire building.
The wall is no longer an ordinary stone, but is composed of a flaky crystal structure similar to mica.
At first glance, it looks like frosted glass.
It should be quite thick, because the room is relatively quiet.
There is almost no sound of wind.
The wall has a different sheen, although it is not obvious, but it is true. Jiang Cheng looked at it for a few times, but he could not see any pattern for the time being.
In the middle of the room, there is a shelf about half a person's height.
The shelf is snow-white, and it feels very special when touched. It has good thermal conductivity, unlike stone or metal.
On the shelf is a vessel larger than a washbasin. After brushing off the thin layer of dust on it, the vessel is filled with milky white solidified substances.
The young man reached out and wiped a little, then twisted it with two fingers, sniffed it gently under his nose, and raised his head to affirm: "It's grease."
Jiang Cheng reached in generously and operated for a while, and finally grabbed a rope of strange material with his hands full of grease and pulled it up.
The rope was covered by the melted grease, and Jiang Cheng took it out without any grudges.
Everyone looked at him with respect.
The top of the building, the translucent wall, the vessel filled with grease in the center of the room, and the black rope in the vessel
Putting these things together, the function of this room is clearer.
This is a lighthouse.
It is used to guide the direction of ships coming and going or returning to the port.
"Is this building a lighthouse?" The fat man obviously thought of this, and the equipment in the middle is just an oversized candle.
The young man smiled, "Brother Fat is right, but it's not accurate. This room is a lighthouse, but this building is not."
"Who would build such a big lighthouse for no reason," Jiang Cheng said in a rhythmic tone, "They are just backward, not stupid."
The fat man suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and then a little sad.
The young man, an outsider, was gentler to him than the doctor.