The black iron rake in the statue's hand hooked a corner of the lead box of boiling essence.
"Wait, wait." Ke Qier suddenly stopped him to investigate as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Um?"
"There's a problem!" Angel seemed to have just reacted from some emotion. "Yes... that's right. This is a big deal - if the things in the box are really what we think. The lawyers at the end will definitely monitor this place, or there must be some mechanism or magic circle. If you touch it, you will be punished. curse."
His eyes widened. "If you think about it, this is equivalent to the terminal lawyers making their own dirty money."
Nese had already popularized the meaning of "black money" to them.
After thinking about it carefully, what Ke Qier said surprisingly makes sense.
"That's right. He's just the boss of a firm." Yi Cha paused and stopped moving the metal box. "This kind of thing should not be allowed. If he wants to do this, he will indeed set up some defensive measures."
"Super not allowed." Ke Qier said, he was now fully awake, his intelligence returned to his face
"I remembered. The manufacturing of logic beads is in charge of the 'Grand Node Officer', most likely called the Finance Department, Logic Department or the like. They are equivalent to our supply and distribution department. If you don't have these there, you may not know this. The species is the most authoritative and core department. It is an unforgivable crime to disrupt the work of such a department. At least that is the case at the Source of Order. The lawyer at the end actually..."
"Okay. Got it."
Yi Cha showed no expression. He scratched the statue with his index finger. The rake and his arm shrank together and were retracted. "let's go."
"Where to go?" Ke Qier was stunned. "Why don't we save them?" He pointed weakly at the mouth of the well with thousands of black holes behind him. "There are still people alive inside. Maybe dozens. That's all life. Yeah."
Icha glanced at him.
Keqier occasionally makes such requests - even the most unprofessional angel occasionally returns to his nature.
Yi Cha was too lazy to tell him, "Hey, friend, a warm reminder that I am a devil. You don't want a devil to save these irrelevant guys on the roadside." or something like that.
Fortunately, he summed up a set of methods many years ago.
"We'll talk about it later."
He pointed at the two towers on both sides of the dam that were straight up and down, as regular as columns. "Pick one, which way are you going? We need to check this place thoroughly first."
"left."
Ke Qier answered unusually simply, without even asking why - obviously, he also summed up his own method -
This is reflected in the fact that he quickly ran to the entrance of the deep well and shouted:
"Hello, it's me again. Stop pedaling. Take a rest. We'll rescue you later."
"I didn't say anything." Yi Cha had already flown to the top of the tower on the right.
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The tower has only ten floors. On one side stood two rows of empty windows.
There is no obstruction in the window, no light comes through, the plane is horribly flat, the vertical part is so vertical that it is unreasonable, and the edges of the opening are extremely sharp - which makes Yi Cha realize the reason why the body of the law creature here is soft.
He crawled through the highest window and threw out another kind of figurine.
After the statue unfolded, there was a group of ordinary desert half-circle scorpion crabs - he tried hell tooth wasps, desolate snow pigeons, and basically all kinds of snakes, and finally returned to using this most adaptable little guy.
They don't have much attack power, but are great for exploring paths.
After being released, the desert half-circle scorpion crabs scattered like sprouted black kidney beans and rolled out.
"Light spell."
I can't find the angel's aura. At the end of the road, the range of energy abilities must be used with caution.
Soft light illuminates the five walls.
The room was indeed pentagonal, just like any other place we had seen so far at the end of the road. It was as regular as new and without a trace of dust - this was a world without dust. There is a wall platform built into the wall, and the large table in the center is also pentagonal.
There is something like a chessboard on the table - many races have similar leisure activities. The game that Cha played when he was a child is called "head-beheading chess". He has not played it since he found that he suffered a disadvantage if he had too few heads.
He grabbed the chessboard - not really, it was either stuck or it was one piece with the table.
Looking closer, the chessboard is square, with no grids on it, only marked with many black dots - of course, those black dots seem to be in a square formation with strict military discipline, arranged extremely neatly.
The black dots have one hundred rows and one hundred columns.
Yi Cha thought for a moment. Snapped his fingers.
"True Seeing."
Enhance the ability to see things as they really are. Order energy spell.
He didn't miss the order energy spell much, and he found it interesting to try it under special conditions. This is also one of the harmless ordinary auxiliary spells - only, it is harmless to the enemy.
When this thing is released, it requires a temporary expenditure of a high-level eye.
Yi Cha forgot to bring extra eyes, so he spent one of his own.
The left eye socket was empty, so he stuffed the light ball of light into it - but he felt that things had become easier.
His left eye was illuminated, and his right eye looked at the black spots on the chessboard.
Sure enough, under each black spot there was a line of traces as thin as insect bites. Under the discernment of the art of true knowledge, the tiny traces are put together to form meaningful words.
"One star on Camisole", "One star on two-thirds spiral", "Frequency three to five", "Divided into six thousand spots"...
name.
These are the names of structures.
One hundred rows and one hundred columns, a total of ten thousand.
In this way, each of these ten thousand black spots represents a dark well below, a structural worker trapped in infinite debt...
Ten thousand?
Are there ten thousand of those narrow wells just now?
Yi Cha couldn't help but walk to the window and look out.
Only then did he realize that it was not far from the seaside.
There is only one kind of seaside at the end of the road - the seaside of the ocean of nothingness.
A purple tornado stood on the sea, looming, and the sea level was sucked up, forming a graceful arc in the center of the tornado. That is naturally the famous whirlpool of the Ocean of Nothingness.
However, Yi Cha had no intention of watching. He looked down and scanned the densely packed well mouths.
Horizontal is a hundred, that's right. Counting them vertically, there are only fifty or sixty in each column. Moreover, the wellheads on the other side are not aligned. The long one counts sixty-one and the short one counts fifty-five.
One end is misaligned, not like the style of the end of the road. The number doesn't match, there are only a few thousand.
But no matter how you look at it, the chessboard on the table in the center of the room corresponds to the area below.
Yi Cha thought for a while and sensed the desert semicircle scorpions and crabs - he gave them a low-level but sufficient life connection.
Part of the desert half-circle scorpion crabs' perceptions were transmitted to him. There were no other creatures in this tower.
Not even a guard... So who was this tower built for?
The man with the power of true knowledge turned to see an open book in the corner of the wall - he had not noticed it before, but when his bright left eye was cast on it, the book suddenly reflected palely.
Yi Cha walked forward and flipped through it - the bottom of the book was indeed firmly fixed on the table, and the pages were made of hard objects such as metal. They were thin and sharp, and every page felt like it had the potential to be a murder weapon.
After flipping through a few pages, I found that the book was a record arranged by date. One side was marked with the name of the structure, and the other side was marked with two numbers. One number was larger, and the remaining one was a single digit.
"despair."
He closed the book. I saw it written on the cover:
"Feeding Record"
Open the book again and look for the latest date.
The most recent date is fifty years ago.
