In the middle of the crack, a staircase slowly appeared in front of everyone.
As the sand and rocks around it fell away, the ancestral hall returned to its original form, and in the middle of the hall, a staircase about two metres wide and bottomless, spreading all the way down to the depths of the earth, with no end in sight.
"Shit, this underground staircase? I see, no wonder this house has become this shabby, I think, it should be the old so open this staircase out, to shake, right?" Knife Twelve said with a shudder in his heart.
Mo Yang looked around indifferently, although there was indeed some truth in what Knife Twelve said, he had already scanned the surroundings, except for the sand and stones that had fallen down due to the shaking, which had created new traces in some places, most of the traces were very old, and the taste was very natural.
It was evident that this was not the result of a long period of opening this underground mechanism, but that the place did, in fact, fall into disrepair over the years.
"I suppose it is just a staged shrine. The shrine was deliberately set up so that outsiders would think that this was the core, but only to find out that it had long been deserted when they actually arrived. This is like telling a lie, where the truth is hard to discern and the falsehood is easy to recognise, but when it is true or false, it is the most difficult for people to figure out. Here, too, is this meaning, right?" Ning Yue said in a soft voice.
Hearing these words, Mo Yang nodded in approval.
Luring a tiger into a cave, and then presenting a field of dead bones, relaxing the enemy's vigilance, but in reality, it was a falsehood, coming to the most dangerous place but the safest place.
The old village chief gave a strange glance at Ning Yue, no longer said anything more, a few steps to the side of the stairs, glanced at the crowd: "Please."
Wang Simin took the lead and headed for the stairs, while the others did not dare to slow down and followed.
As the staircase went underground, the light around us became darker and darker. The old village chief clapped his hands gently, and at once, the fire pots on the walls on both sides of the aisle suddenly burst into flames.
The entire stairway to the underground was dimly lit.
At a glance, the throw was impossible to see to the end.
"This ladder is nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps." Seeming to see the puzzlement of a group of people, the old village chief, his face expressionless, said softly and in a soft voice.
"Based on the width and height of the floor, this means that this staircase is more than seven hundred metres deep from the ground?" Wang Simin frowned.
The old village headman nodded his head.
"Shit, that deep?" Knife Twelve couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air when he heard it.
"Let's go down."
Without further ado, the gang couldn't help but quicken their pace as they headed down towards the bottom, one step at a time, with the light available.
As they went further in, the echoes of their footsteps became louder and louder, and some people even felt that these echoes were mixed with a strange sound.
They sounded like children laughing, or women crying, or people whispering, or people covering their mouths.
But as soon as one stops for a moment, everything seems to come to a halt.
Could it be that it was an illusion?
With such trepidation, the group went deeper in.
Some tens of minutes later, as the last flight of stairs was completed, the heavy people landed on their feet.
"We're here." The old village elder muttered.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the pot fires on the walls on either side lit up again.
However, it was no longer just on the sides, but eight large pots of fire, including the front and then within, which immediately ignited steeply!
The yellow light immediately illuminated the entire space, with thick walls of clay on either side, except for the two imposing silver doors in front of them, which appeared before everyone's eyes.
They were matched by the stone beasts beside the two gates, which looked like tigers and lions, like unicorns and leopards, but seemed to be neither.
They open their blood-spouting mouths and roar in fury.
And in the centre of the two doors, a huge silver lock plate deadly linked the two doors together, and in the centre of the lock, a huge keyhole, heck, was in the calendar.
"This ...... is the lock?"