Hotel on the mountain

The tomb door of the mausoleum is ordinary. Its forging technology and presentation effect do not give people a shocking feeling. Its general appearance is just two iron plates joined together.

However, it is precisely because of its unpretentious appearance that everyone has no idea how to open this door. It has no keyhole, no handle or connection point to pull it out.

If there is anything worthy of praise about it, it must be its stinginess that leaves no gaps and the rigor of its flat facade.

Gustav pushed North a step forward: "Okay, boy, it's time to play your role."

North Noah glanced around the crowd in a hurry, not paying attention to Jetro for even a second. Then he turned his head and staggered forward.

I saw his fingers groping on the door, trying to find some grooves in the flat surface. Finally, he finally found a few dark red slender dents on the dark gray facade. These dents were arranged regularly, seven in total.

The keyhole to open the door is here. North Noah confirmed, biting his finger and scratching along one of the seven indentations.

Fresh blood soaked the scratches, and then a strange change occurred in the iron block in the middle of the door. An iron bowl stretched out from the door. Everyone gathered around to take a look and found that there was a thick layer of darkness inside the iron bowl. The red patch doesn't look like it was made this color, but it looks like the blood has soaked the bowl over time.

"It wants fresh blood." North Noah said, pointing to the bowl sticking out of the door. "The door will not open until this bowl is filled."

That bowl was the size of a human head. Even though he was not a medical student, Jetro understood that a person who lost so much blood at one time must be on the verge of shock.

"Only the blood of the direct descendants of the leader's family will work." Shirley Swank added at this time, "So, if you want to open Chike's grave, you must kill a descendant of the leader on the spot."

"Do you also know how to open this door?" Gustav asked knowingly now.

Shirley nodded, but was laughed at by North.

"This kind of rhetoric is just an excuse for indiscriminate killing. My ancestors have studied it a long time ago. The blood required for this bowl only needs to be measured enough, and it does not need to be fully paid by one person." North took the lead in rolling up his blood. Sleeves, "And we have three descendants here. As long as the blood volume of the three of us is average, there is no need to kill at all."

Even if this large bowl had an average blood volume for three people, the bleeding speed and volume would make people feel dizzy.

"Then why don't I kill you?" Gustav threatened North.

"I'm still useful." North knew his position very well, "I dare say that no one here knows better than me how to go after the door opens."

Gustav groaned, and decisively, he grabbed the wrists of North and Shirley and cut a gash on their wrists with an axe. Then, he cut his own wrist.

This approach actually made Jetro look at Gustev with some suspicion. This man looked like a hero at first glance. He was cruel to others and himself, and he could endure many things to achieve his goals.

The big bowl was quickly filled. When the blood volume reached a certain level, the bowl automatically shrank back - a wonderful scene happened.

The entire door, starting from the center, is like a blooming blood-red flower. The tiny veins invisible to the naked eye on the iron plate gradually turn red inch by inch, paving countless monstrous paths.

With a "click", the door automatically opened inward.

Gustav used the power of ice to seal the wounds of the three people, and then urged North to lead the way forward quickly.

Walking into the corridor, which is no more than two people wide, there should be an ever-bright lamp made of some kind of monster grease on the wall. Jetro, who was walking in the corridor, didn't understand what the purpose of opening the door just now was to encourage future generations to kill?

And why was the mausoleum built near the crater? Waiting for cremation?

There is nothing amazing about the paving of the corridor, it is just very simple bricks and stones.

"Are there any traps here?" Jetro walked at the back, his voice echoing in the corridor.

North Noah, who was walking at the front, paused, looked back at him, and responded: "There is no trap."

"Then what do you mean by 'which way to go'?" Gustav cut off the conversation.

"It means that there are no traps on the right path, but there are traps on the wrong path." North's words were a little confusing, but as everyone reached a fork in the road, they understood what North said.

No one knew which fork in the road would lead to the real place where Chike was buried, and after carefully observing these intersections, North took everyone to the middle.

The next journey is another long and deep corridor, which makes people feel that this is the wrong way.

It wasn't until another wide three-way intersection appeared in front of everyone that they finally realized that Chike Mausoleum was not simple.

If each road branches off into three new roads, then as long as people pass through two forks, they will no longer dare to go any further. Fear of the unknown and lack of confidence in one's own judgment will stop people in their tracks.

When North Noah chose the path, he was very calm, making it impossible to tell whether he knew how to take the path.

Gustave couldn't help but asked this point: "Going straight again? Are you sure?"

"The previous emperor recorded it accurately. The reason why he was able to find the right path was because he regarded your ancestors as pathfinders." North pointed out unceremoniously why the Noah family knew about the mausoleum. This thing about the right path.

Gustav and Ciri didn't feel much emotion after hearing this. For them, their ancestors were just unrelated tribesmen. If they were captured on the battlefield, they had to be prepared to die.

Go straight and you will find another calm and long corridor.

"What's at the end of the road?" Jetro added a few words from time to time. He looked content and content, as if he was already familiar with the people in this area.

"Whatever you are looking for, you will find." North's words are like those of a pastor who spreads theology, always refusing to explain clearly.

But his words, at least in the ears of some people, easily put their minds at ease. For example, Gustav wanted to find the technology of the dragon machine soldiers, and he felt that there might be clues to the technology at the end of the road.

But Jetro heard something different. The point of this sentence is what is North looking for?

Jetro understood that North only wanted to be emperor. In other words, North wanted Gustav and Ciri dead.

So, could it be said that at the end of the road, there is an opportunity to kill Gustav?