By decree and pro

Chapter 113 Ancient City Altar

"You." Yan Hui pinched Usman's finger, and then went to Taiweiker to help him. He was studying how to open the locked door.

Usman also followed and stood there watching.

Tyvekir pulled out a string of tiny penis from the tool pouch on his waist.The door lock is very strange, with a crow carved on it.

The crow's beak is half open, and the keyhole is in the crow's mouth.

"This keyhole is too small." Tyvekir's as many as fifty keys of all sizes couldn't fit into the holes, eyes, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"This door..." Usman reached out and knocked on the door panel, "It's quite heavy."

"That's not true. Otherwise, it would have been knocked open a long time ago, and if it can't be exploded, it will collapse here." Tevikr said while licking his dry lips, the ground was very hot.

"Don't worry, take your time." As soon as Yan's words fell, Taiweiker yelled "Oh!"

"What's wrong?" Yan and Usman's heads approached together.

"This, this key is folded inside..." Taivikir's face was pale, and he was holding the remaining small half of the iron piece in his hand. Excessive force.

"What can we do?" Taivikr looked at Yan eagerly, Yan had no idea for a moment, but said, "Don't worry, let's see what's going on."

The torch got closer, and Yan squinted to see that the keyhole was really tightly blocked by Tyvekir's key, and it was deeply embedded in it, even if he wanted to use tweezers to get it out, he couldn't do anything.

"We can only destroy the lock." Yan squatted down, hoping that the lock would rust and age after a long time, and it could be opened as soon as it was broken.

But thinking of the exquisite love letters left by King Wuque, he was very worried that the end of violent dismantling would be to trigger the destruction device and burn the things behind the door.

"What kind of damage do you use?" Taiweikir was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, so he didn't dare to move it any more.

"What else is in your pocket?" Yan asked Taiweiker.

"There are some glues, ropes, and small saws..." Taiweiker stepped aside, opened the treasure chest-like bag, and showed Yan everything.

Usman was a little absent-minded, because he was thinking about where did the woman go just now?He clearly heard the sound of the footbell...but he chased after him but saw no one.

"Could it be that the packer let her go?" Usman felt it necessary to ask the packer again.

Just as he was thinking this way, Usman heard the rustling silver bell again. He looked at Yan with a terrified look, and found that he and Teviker were both studying whether it was feasible to use a saw, and they didn't seem to care at all. .

Others are not resting, or looking for antiques with record value in the dusty corners, such as living utensils and the like.

"Didn't everyone hear it?" Usman was a little surprised. The bell sounded very clear to him. It was a very small and pure silver bell, and the sound came from... behind this keyhole.

That woman is behind the door?

Usman put his fingers into the lifelikely carved crow's beak and groped for the keyhole.But it was really tightly blocked. He tried to flick the broken iron piece out with his fingers, but his fingertips accidentally rubbed against the crow's half-open beak. The edge of the beak was sharpened, and the index finger immediately broke An opening was made, and blood beads the size of soybeans flowed into the crow's mouth.

Usman couldn't help frowning and withdrew his finger, put it in his mouth and sucked lightly. At this moment, "Kang Dang, Bang Dang!" There was a very loud roar from behind the door, and everyone, whether it was Yan or others, was startled.

"What's going on?" Yan asked Usman.

Usman was also a little stunned, and said: "I probably encountered some mechanism."

"Everyone, back off!" Yan protected Usman behind him, and the door opened slowly inwards, accompanied by the noisy mechanism sound.

Everyone nervously clenched the weapons in their hands, some were machetes, some were just a shovel.

"boom!"

When the door was fully opened, a gust of wind suddenly came out, and the dust on the ground was blown up, and everyone was blinded.

In the white dust, only Usman opened his eyes, and looked straight at the other end of the door, which was another staircase, but this time it went straight down instead of a spiral.

For some reason, Usman thought of the Death Row Tower, the prison at the bottom of the Death Row Tower, there are also such straight and dark stairs...

He always felt that as long as he went down, he would go back to the death row tower, to the dark abyss where his brother had been staying.

Usman walked forward in a strange way...

"Come here, freshly baked pepper and sesame meat tarts!"

Ilya wore an apron and a sweat towel around his neck, and stood in front of a tin oven, looking like a chef.

This pepper and sesame meat tart is made of boiled beef and mutton, mixed with pepper, sesame oil, green onion and garlic, etc., and then filled into the scone as a filling.It is a layer of scones and a layer of stuffing. You can add up to seven or eight layers of cakes. At first glance, it looks like a tower, so it is called the pepper and sesame meat tower.

This dish is usually put on the table when there is a festive banquet, because it takes a lot of work and ingredients to make.

Ilya occupied the big stove, but the real cook was helping to plate the dessert of honey and goat's milk.

Today can be regarded as a major breakthrough. Their expedition team finally entered the sacrificial tower in the ancient city, and opened a secret room located underground.

These people who are sitting and eating meat and drinking are talking about today's strange knowledge with great interest.

"It's a pity that you didn't see it with your own eyes. It's very gloomy in there, and there are crow corpses hanging upside down from the ceiling..." A thick-shouldered and round-chested man gestured with his hand.

"It's a pity that I didn't see such a scary thing."

"I haven't finished talking yet. Although the ceiling is scary, there are many treasures on the altar." The man counted with his greasy fingers, "The pure gold bowl, the glass cup, and even the candlestick are It's made of green colored glaze, and the pattern of wings on it is exquisite."

"Yes, there are also colorful murals all over the room, depicting immortals with wings ascending to heaven, crows, grasslands and snow-capped mountains, wolves, and some runes that I can't understand. I think this should be a crow spirit The altar." Another man who was slightly drunk approached and said.

"I think so too. The paintings on the wall are magnificent, but it's a pity that not long after we went in, the paintings began to fade, and Tevikir stomped his feet anxiously, haha." Others laughed out loud.

"No, he was sweating and stomping his feet while taking a notebook to try to describe its original color, like ants on a hot pot. In the end, Helen Uro calmed down and said that he had a way to preserve the entire wall." The man praised Helian Wuluo fiercely, "He is really amazing, he doesn't look very old, but he knows everything."

"Really? How do you do it?" Those who didn't go down today all became curious listeners, who were sitting upright and listening with their ears upright, for fear of missing something.

"It seems that the stems and leaves of reed grass are used to cover the murals, and then the very thin knife is cut along the wall skin, and the wall skin comes down completely."

"Sounds like skinning."

"Almost, but the wall is about to break. Instead of letting it completely break, it's better to take it off and store it in a box." The man continued to gnaw on the pepper and sesame meat tart, "Well, Ilya, can't see Do you still have the talent to be a cook, this is so delicious."

"It's natural." Ilya was sweating profusely in front of the stove, "For a smart person like me, it's not easy to learn anything."

"Why does it smell like smoke and fire?" Yan, who had buried his head in solving one meat pie tower and was about to eat the second one, suddenly raised his head and asked Ilya.

"Huh?" Ilya looked at Yan puzzled.

"It's on fire! You're on fire!" the cook yelled at Ilya, who somehow got crushed under a piece of roast meat with his belt hanging from his waist.

The roast was burning with the girdle, giving off puffs of smoke.

"Ouch!" Ilya yelled, pulled out his belt and soaked it in the bucket, a puff of green smoke rose up, and everyone laughed.

"You don't have such a heartless person, remember to owe me a belt." Ilya yelled, everyone only treated him as a little brother, and they would tease him twice if they had nothing to do.

"I'll untie the waistband of my trousers and bring it to you." Some people were laughing, some were clamoring for cakes, and it was very lively for a while.

Yan found that Usman had been staying in the tent to sort out ancient books. He just ate some cakes and went in. Yan put two pieces of pastries and a meat pie tower on a plate and stood up.

"Eat slowly." Yan said, "After eating, help the cook tidy up, and I'll go back to the tent."

"Yes, Queen." Everyone responded and watched Yan leave.

"The queen is really kind to Helian Uro, and even personally sent him food."

"No, eating and living together is like husband and wife." Kurdan took the opportunity to say.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could the crow spirit warlock and the queen be married? If you gossip like this, you are not afraid to let the king know. Screw your head off." Ilya waved the shiny barbecue fork.

"Does everyone have eyes to see this? I'm not talking nonsense." Kurdan threw the talk to everyone. Although they didn't dare to answer, they did have some thoughts in their hearts.

When I was in the dungeon today, Helian Uro was in a daze, not quite the same as usual, always staring at the crow on the ceiling, the queen looked worried, and stared at him intently, even after finally digging The joy of going to a secret room is gone.

"Hurry up and eat, and you have to clean up after eating. There will be a lot of work tomorrow, so don't try to be lazy." Ilya reminded them when they suddenly fell silent, "Don't think about things that are impossible."

Ilya's phrase "it can't happen" reminded them.Yes, how could it be possible, the queen is not the kind of person who is always on the move, and these days, they get along with the queen day and night, don't they know what kind of character the queen is?

The queen is approachable and hands-on, with clear rewards and punishments for everything.They are convinced of such a queen, and they all feel that the king of Xiliang really did not marry the wrong person.

Originally, they thought that the king of Xiliang shouldn't marry a stranger, even if that was the prince of Dayan.

"Come, come, let's have a toast for our Queen of Xiliang!" Someone raised their glasses high, and everyone drank again.