Hotel on the mountain

Facing this strange pillar with a needle protruding from the top, Jetro asked North with his eyes. The latter shook his head, indicating that he did not understand it at all. Jetro looked at Ciri again.

"Put your finger on it and prick it - it will bleed," Ciri said.

North directly pressed his finger on it. The needle was still sharp despite its age. With just a slight exertion, a drop of blood squeezed out from North's finger.

But the blood droplet just slipped from the needle unobstructed, dripped onto the pillar, and turned into a puddle of ordinary blood without any magical effects.

Shirley sneered: "Of course not everyone's blood can be used."

North was not angry, he picked up the knife and approached Shirley Swank.

"You just want your own blood?"

There was nothing childish about his face, and he was particularly brave when threatening a tied up woman.

"Put down your knife, young man." Xili looked aloof, "I will do it myself."

Shirley is a slender woman. Even though she is old, her arms still move like snakes, as if they are brushing against her lover's chest. She gently brushes the needles with her fingertips, and drops them. The blood stayed on the needle - the pillar was not high, and even if Shirley was tied up, her arms would still be close enough to touch the needle.

Under the focus of everyone's attention, the drop of blood swayed tremblingly twice, and finally slipped away from the needle without producing any effect.

"Ha! It seems that someone's ancestral information is wrong." North looked very happy, grinning and mocking.

Shirley frowned. When she was deep in thought, her eyebrows would be pushed in the middle, which made the wrinkles on her face appear more numerous.

Immediately, she opened her eyebrows and said to Jetro: "Untie me."

"Why?"

"To open the passage underneath, I need one more thing. It's placed on my upper body."

"I can let my friend take it." Jetro pointed to Mengzhi, who was still standing under the steps of the pavilion, indifferent.

Shirley Swank shook her head. She had a very standard aristocratic accent: "If we are going to explore the next journey together, you must at least give me the respect I deserve."

The rope slipped - Jetro untied it decisively.

"Of course. Please do."

Jetro raised his hand to signal Ciri to perfect her door-opening behavior, which surprised Ciri. She also put this expression on her face, her mouth slightly open to reveal her confusion.

Sometimes, when what you need comes too easily and too quickly, you will have this kind of mentality.

"Ms. Shiri, let's get started." Jetro reminded her again. He knew that Ciri was too decisive in untying the rope without any rebuttal, which made the other party look down on him.

If a person is timid and does not dare to untie the enemy's shackles, it more or less means that he is a little afraid of the enemy. If a person is too generous, it means that he is not afraid of the enemy's counterattack at all.

Shirley is a brave woman, but that doesn't mean she is a reckless man. She twisted her wrist and walked to the pillar in doubt.

North and Jetro both watched as Ciri reached down from his collar, and after a moment of fumbling, he took out a palm-sized stone fragment.

Portal fragments?

Yetro was no longer surprised. He knew that there was a high probability that every leader of the Great Chik Empire had portal fragments, because this thing was a very useful control medium for them.

But what is the purpose of taking out the portal fragment now?

I saw Xili squatting down and groping with her fingers on the pillar made of unknown material, but she couldn't find anything weird after touching for a long time. So she held the portal fragment in her hand, found a spot on the pillar and stuck it on it.

Seeing this scene, Jetro felt that Ciri was also betting on whether her own behavior would work.

However, after all, the ancestral information of the Swank family was superior - after the portal fragment was attached to the pillar, a slight light lit up between the two, and some chip-like patterns began to appear on the pillar. And glows slightly with blue light.

When Jetro opened his eyes and looked at the pillar again, he saw that the two drops of blood that had not been absorbed by the needle were slowly integrated into the pillar.

The red lines covered the original blue lines from top to bottom. The chassis clicked and the pillars retracted. Like a convenience store door, the chassis is split down the middle.

Jetro couldn't help but feel that the portal fragment was a charger, a wireless one. So what is going on with this pillar? How does it match the portal fragment?

The ancient tomb is so simple that it has no features, but corresponding to it is a high-tech opening method that shows great effects. What kind of bizarre arrangement is this?

"Do you think there would have been such technology a thousand years ago?" Jetro said, pointing to the entrance of the cave where the door was open and waiting for people to go down.

These leaders of the Great Chik Empire seemed not to pay attention to the technological level of this era at all. They shook their heads together and gave an ambiguous answer: "It should be possible. It is the same as the current one that requires blood to be opened." Isn’t it similar to the safe?”

No one asked about the level of technology in this mausoleum anymore, and everyone walked down the open entrance of the cave.

It was a staircase that went down diagonally, only two people wide. The walls along the way were flat soil. There was a bright light at intervals, which lit up again as the air rushed in.

Fortunately, there was light here, otherwise Jetro really didn't know whether this road led to the heart of the volcano - because this staircase was layered and seemed to have no end.

Jetro counted silently in his heart, and he measured the height between each staircase with his feet. When he felt that he had walked about a hundred meters, the road finally changed.

"The Gate of Hell..." Shiri Swank muttered a term, "I'm finally here..."

Her voice was a little excited, but it was not surprising, because when Jetro walked out of the cave with the stairs, what caught his eye was a magnificent and huge red door in the distance.

Between him and the gate was a stone path that was dozens of meters long and no more than two meters wide. On both sides of the stone path was an abyss. In the abyss, there was a slowly flowing magma, and a devouring fire was coming out from the bottom. The firelight illuminated the dark space with no ceiling, making it look like hell.

The fiery red door opened.

At the moment when Jetro and his group walked quickly through the stone path and stood in front of the door, it automatically and slowly opened its door, as if welcoming the lost people back home - more like hell opening its temptation to the newcomers.