I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

With a "beep", the heavy gear door slowly opened, and a stale and musty smell hit me in the face.

Suddenly, a series of "fluttering" sounds came from the darkness.

Countless black birds swarmed out of the door! Their feathers were as sharp as blades, and their eyes glowed with a creepy light.

The scariest thing is that their cries make people tremble with fear.

There was no need for Zhang Yangqing to give any command. The maned monkey instantly leaped forward, and its golden hair exploded, turning into an energy shield with golden light flowing.

A flock of black birds crashed into the shield, making a harsh metallic friction sound.

It can be seen that the Mane Monkey is becoming more and more proficient in the use of the Golden Light Spell, and is beginning to think about the role of the Golden Light Spell in different situations, rather than just using it for burst attacks.

It has been making progress and striving to meet Zhang Yangqing's expectations.

Although this expectation is slim, it has never relaxed.

At the same time, the white-haired monkey drew out the long sword from his waist, and the blade drew a silver arc in the air, and each sword accurately cut down several black birds.

What was strange was that the chopped-down black birds did not bleed, but instead turned into black smoke and dissipated, finally becoming feathers.

What’s even more horrifying is that a distorted human face vaguely emerged from the smoke, emitting silent screams.

Zhang Yangqing frowned slightly: "Let the evil spirit possess the bird feather? It seems that the tower master is not a simple person."

Since Zhang Yangqing lacked information about the Jiuli Crow, he could only collect it slowly.

After all the black birds were dealt with, he strode into the clock tower.

The stairs extended upward in a spiral shape, and the walls were covered with ancient gear clocks, but all the pointers were stopped at 3 o'clock in the morning.

With every step I took, the wooden planks under my feet made a creaking sound, and it felt like I could fall off at any moment.

Suddenly, there was a slight "click" sound above my head.

Zhang Yangqing looked up and saw that the giant pendulum on the ceiling began to swing on its own, and at the end of the pendulum, there was a dried corpse hanging!
The mummy kept hitting the wall as it swayed, making a muffled "dong dong" sound.

"What a bad taste." Zhang Yangqing said casually and continued to move forward.

What followed were some strange events that were not too difficult for Zhang Yangqing to handle.

As he continued to walk up, the annoying "dong dong" sound came again.

As expected, they were back to square one! The mummy was still swinging at the end of the pendulum, as if silently mocking the intruder's futility.

"An infinite looping space?" Zhang Yangqing stopped and looked around.

He has encountered this situation too many times. Panicking is useless. Finding a solution is the right choice.

The mummy is a man with his face peeled off, but this may just be a trick. The key point is that all the other clocks are not working except this one.

And Zhang Yangqing couldn't get up, so logically speaking, as long as he stopped it from working, this infinite maze would be solved.

It is very simple to do this, just let the three monkeys destroy the gears, but Zhang Yangqing feels something is wrong.

So what is the purpose of this faceless man's existence? Is it just to interfere with the judgment of the Chosen One?

Zhang Yangqing continued to observe. This guy seemed to be tied up. The iron chain on the mummy's wrist was engraved with fine runes. Those dark red lines seemed to be drawn with blood and were still slightly hot.

Then there are two possibilities.

First, he had offended someone, and being hung here was purely an act of revenge.

Secondly, he was too powerful and was sealed here. This is why there were hot runes on the arms of the corpse, which was suppressing him.

If the first one can be ignored, the second one will be a problem.

No one knew what the ability and strength of this thing was. To verify his conjecture, he asked the bristly monkey to remove a screw from the pendulum mechanism, a screw that was enough to disrupt the operation, but not enough to cause great damage.

This was difficult. The mane monkey took a while to find a key screw.

With a "click", the screw was broken off, the mechanical operation came to an abrupt stop, and a secret door suddenly opened in the ceiling.

But at the same time, the mummy suddenly raised its head, and its teeth, whose lips had been peeled off, made a "clattering" sound, and the temperature of the entire clock tower dropped sharply in an instant!

"Put it back." Zhang Yangqing ordered calmly.

When the screws were tightened again, the mummy returned to its lifeless state, except that the two lines of blood and tears were particularly glaring on its pale skin.

Zhang Yangqing raised his lips slightly: "It's interesting, using a 'living person' as the key to seal, this tower master is really cruel."

The reason why he judged that it was the main trunk of the tower was because of the way it was tied. It couldn't be a bird, right? Where would the hands of a bird come from?

Of course, Zhang Yangqing also has a preconceived impression, but his judgment here is indeed correct.

Another thing is that there are traces of friction where the rope is tied.

This proves that the person who was tied up was probably alive at the time and had gone through a series of struggles, which resulted in the scars.

If such a person dies here, he will definitely have a lot of resentment and his strength will also be ridiculously strong.

It’s not that Zhang Yangqing doesn’t dare to let the bristly monkeys hit him, but the problem is that this is inside the clock tower, and there are many parts. It would not be fun if they were broken or collapsed.

So to be on the safe side, it is better to find the correct way to pass the level.

While thinking, Zhang Yangqing thought of the simplest solution, which was to "sacrifice teammates."

He asked the little squirrel to summon a translucent puppet ghost. This spirit formed by resentment floated to the gear and trembled as it removed the screws at Zhang Yangqing's signal.

It was obvious that the little ghost was very afraid of the corpse ghost.

At this time, Zhang Yangqing and his pets had already arrived near the secret door.

When the pendulum stopped turning and the secret door opened again, the mummy let out a heart-wrenching howl and began to attack everything around it!
"Let's go!" Zhang Yangqing and the three monkeys quickly jumped onto the secret door.

Behind them, the puppet ghost was about to put the screws back in place when he was grabbed by the suddenly jumping mummy.

The originally shriveled corpse now had muscles bulging, and dense spells appeared under the skin.

It tore the ghost in half and stuffed it into its mouth, making a creepy chewing sound.

This is what is called "sacrificing teammates". There are still many in the little squirrel's Ten Thousand Souls Banner that can be sacrificed.

It was a rare occasion that no one outside the big screen mentioned Zhang Yangqing. This teammate was indeed expendable.

Those chosen ones who sacrifice their pets will definitely be criticized by some caring people.

In the world of ghost stories, Zhang Yangqing continued to move forward without looking back. The one who cleaned up the mess was the Black-backed Monkey King. He closed the secret door, and the vicious roar of a mummy was heard from outside the door. This level was considered passed.

When they reached the upper floor, the scene in front of them made even the knowledgeable Zhang Yangqing's pupils shrink.

This is a huge space composed of countless gears, each gear is slowly turning, and the grooves of the gears are inlaid with living limbs! There are arms, thighs, and even half a head. They are precisely assembled like parts, and they groan in pain as the machinery runs.

On the giant gear in the center, an old man with only the upper body left was laughing wildly.

His lower body had been completely integrated into the machine, with a copper transmission shaft extending from his spine. Every time the gears turned, blood oozed from the interface.

"Welcome to my workshop!" The old man waved his screwdriver wildly, "Are you here to be a new part?"

(End of this chapter)