Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 461 Wasteland (23)
"You go up too."

After coldly ordering Sybil, Kersen turned to face Fuqian again.

This one really does not forget the original intention!

Fu Qian, who was in high spirits after watching the play, realized that he really couldn't stay out of it.

However, he himself was very curious about this special place, so he did not raise any objections at all.

The beams are a certain height from where they are, but that's not a problem at all for the demigods.

Fu Qian jumped slightly and was already standing on it.

The beams have been soaked in the sewage below for many years, not only the taste is refreshing, but also the patina is thick at first glance.

Under the slippery feet, Fu Qian followed Sybil.

Although taking on the responsibility of starting to explore the secrets, Sybil seemed to be very calm, moving forward at a leisurely pace.

While the wind was howling, Kersen also fell on the beam and walked behind the two of them.

The beam was not too short, but the three demigods were more efficient and quickly reached the opposite side.

At this moment, it can be clearly seen that the position seen just now is a passage perpendicular to the beam, which is very concealed among various carvings.

Standing at this position, you can see that there is a door at the end of the passage that is different from other places.

Siebel didn't say anything, and took the lead in the front, and soon came to the foot of the gate.

Fu Qian followed and found that the gate should be made of some kind of special metal, which was cold to the touch.

However, considering that it is much smaller than the stone gate in front, it shouldn't be difficult to open it.

"Shall I open it?"

Sybil turned to Kerson for his opinion.

Her meaning was very clear, and she didn't want Kersen to be misunderstood by any actions.

"it is good."

Kersen nodded bluntly, and took two steps to the side.

He chose this position so that he could see the scene inside the door for the first time, and if there were any possible attacks inside, he would not be the first to bear the brunt.

At this time, Sybil, who had obtained his approval, didn't waste any time, and directly exerted force with her hands.

With a heavy creaking sound, the black door slowly pushed open.

Nothing rushed out.

Sybil waited for a few seconds, then turned to look at Coulson again inquiringly.

Just when the latter nodded and Sybil was about to go in to find out, Kersen pointed at Fuqian.

"You go in first."

"Okay!"

Fu Qian stepped forward not unexpectedly, without any excuses.

The space behind the door is not too big, and the layout is not the obvious ceremonial hall like before, but rather looks like a living room.

And in the depths of the room facing the door, on an object that looked like a bed or a couch, there was a figure draped in a long, colorless cloth, kneeling there kneeling.

Other than that, nothing special.

this is……

After confirming that nothing had changed, Sybil and Coulson also walked in, and immediately locked onto the figure.

"Go and lift the cloth!"

After a few seconds of silence, Kersen ordered directly to Fu Qian.

As a demigod, he could tell that the kneeling person had already died.

But along the way, this underground relic is obviously weird, and there is ready-made cannon fodder for nothing.

Fu Qian, who had high hopes, did not refuse. He took two steps forward and took out his gun at the same time.

Stretch the gun barrel under the long cloth and pick it lightly before Fu Qian.

I don't know how many years have passed, the latter has long been decayed, and it was broken into several pieces in an instant, revealing the body underneath.

hiss!
Kersen's surprised voice sounded almost simultaneously.

Under the cloth, there was indeed a withered body, which seemed to have been dead for quite a long time.

But for some reason, it didn't turn into a pile of bones, but shrank into a mummy.

As a dignified demigod, Coulson certainly couldn't be surprised by a corpse.

What attracted his attention was that several buckles could be seen under the body of the corpse, firmly fixing the two legs so that it could only be forced to maintain a kneeling position.

Looking further up, there are even clasps on both hands, and long chains extend out.

In addition, judging from the long hair tied up, the corpse should be a lady.

Whatever the reason, those who did this to her seemed intent on keeping her in a penitential stance.

"She has... four hands?"

At this time Kersen took another step closer and pointed at the mummy's back.

Apart from the clasped arms in front, there were indeed two dry bones there.

"Could it be that she was locked here because of her deformity?"

Following Kersen's discovery, Sybil cooperated with her analysis.

"Yes and no."

Fu Qian shook his head aside.

"What do you mean?"

Kersen stared at him coldly, with undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

He was already wary of this guy of unknown origin.

Now looking at his performance along the way, he is indeed not an ordinary character, and the true intention of coming here is really intriguing.

"Because the deformity of the body is locked here, it's really a possibility."

"But you have to look clearly, the hands on his back are not hands, but more like wings."

Fu Qian ignored Kersen and explained to himself.

"wing?"

There was a strong exclamation in Kersen's tone, and he looked down with Sybil.

After Fu Qian reminded them, they also discovered the strangeness of the latter.

Although it is almost curled up into a ball, the ends of the long bones, the abnormally proportioned forks and the outer diaphragm are indeed more like the shape of wings.

how so!
Wings, angels, dungeons, are they really prisons for angels?
The two were surprised, but what Fu Qian thought about was his own mission.

"If you follow what you say."

At this time, Sybil stretched out her hand, and inside were two feathers of different lengths and colors.

"We've seen a lot of feathers along the way...and she has wings...it's easy to connect."

"But why can't I see a single feather on the wings?"

"Her hair is well preserved, and it is impossible for her feathers to rot."

"One needs to be open-minded."

Facing this question, Fu Qian gestured and pointed to his head.

"Actually, the answer just now may not be able to explain your question."

"She was imprisoned here because of her deformity... Of course, having wings is one kind, but there are no feathers on the wings, can it also be a kind?"

This……

Fu Qian's answer silenced the two demigods again.

"What you said is indeed a possibility."

After a long time, Sybil finally spoke slowly.

"Judging from the mirror at the intersection and the surrounding feathers, the people who built this ruin may indeed have beliefs related to wings, and it is not surprising that some special individuals are considered blasphemy."

"very good!"

Fu Qian nodded appreciatively, and at the same time raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

"As the saying goes, if you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening!"

(End of this chapter)