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The seventh seat frowned slightly, and said with a sneer: "As expected of the first seat, this air is really not small..."

"So, what exactly is our operation this time?" The ninth seat skipped the topic about the first seat, and continued, "It is quite rare to mobilize five [believers] in one go."

"Really? How do I remember that there was an operation on a larger scale than this not long ago?" The seventh seat spoke quietly, and glanced at Shen Qingzhu intentionally or unintentionally, "Seven believers attacked the fasting place, and six of them All the first believers died, and only one newcomer came back alive... Don’t you think it’s strange?”

Shen Qingzhu's eyes met the seventh seat, and his face became gloomy.

"What do you mean?" Ninth Seat said coldly, "Are you questioning Mr. Yuyu?"

"No, how dare I question Mr. Yuyu." The seventh seat shook his head, "I just find it strange that since this kid joined us, we [believers] have lost more members in one year than in the previous 20 years, saying Maybe, this kid is a disaster star, whoever gets close to him will die."

"Really? Then why am I still alive?" The ninth seat walked in front of the seventh seat, his eyes were cold, and he said sharply, "Woman, if you dare to say such nonsense again, believe it or not, I will tear your mouth open first?"

"Just you?"

"Enough!" The third seat's voice suddenly sounded, and the atmosphere in the whole room froze.

He walked between the two, raised his drooping eyelids slightly, "This is not a place for you to fight among yourself, if you want to fight, you can fight as you like after the mission is over, here, just work honestly for me!"

The ninth seat and the seventh seat fell silent at the same time.

"All follow me." The third seat turned around and walked towards the broken steps leading to the underground in the corner of the room.

The seventh seat, the ninth seat, and the No.12 seat followed closely behind. Shen Qingzhu narrowed his eyes and stared at the back of the seventh seat for a long time before he stepped forward and stepped on the descending steps at the end of the crowd.

Judging from the number of steps, several people went underground at least three floors deep. The sides of the steps were empty and pitch black, only the sound of the high-heeled shoes of the seventh seat echoed in it. This should be a huge underground space.

Several people walked to the end of the steps, the third seat stretched out his hand and waved lightly, a faint light lit up from the darkness, illuminating a corner of the ground.

Shen Qingzhu froze in place when he saw the scene in front of him.

In the dim light, the outline of a huge gray-black altar was outlined. This altar was about the size of a football field, lying quietly in the center of the underground space, with cracks all over its surface, like A work of art that was broken and reassembled.

In the upper right corner of the altar, there are still a large number of missing bricks and stones, but now they have been filled by some yellow-brown unknown objects, which look extremely strange.

"This is..." The ninth seat looked shocked when he saw the altar in front of him.

"The Altar of the Underworld God." The third seat said slowly, "This is a divine item from outside the mist. After being repaired, it has become what it is now. Our task is to instill our own spiritual power into the altar. Wake it up completely..."

"Instill spiritual power?" The seventh seat frowned slightly. "Such a simple task requires so many of us to complete?"

The third seat glanced at her, "Do you know what a divine item is? If you want to fully exert its power, you need to use divine power to activate it. If you only rely on spiritual power to awaken this altar, even if it is a simple To stimulate it, the required spiritual power is astronomical...

Even with the six of us pouring spiritual power into it day and night, it will take at least two months to be barely stimulated. "

"So, for the next two months, we all need to spend in this ghost place?" No.12's face was a little ugly.

"That's right." The third seat nodded and added, "This is an order from Mr. Yuyu."

Hearing the last sentence, Seat No.12, who was about to say something, could only snort coldly, and swallowed the words back.

Shen Qingzhu frowned and looked at the altar, wondering what he was thinking, "What will happen after waking up this altar?"

"When the time comes, you'll know."

Shen Qingzhu continued to ask: "Since this is a divine item in the mist, how did it appear underground in Lintang City? With such a large body, it is impossible to pass through the border silently, and then transport it Come here?"

"This is not a question that you should be concerned about." The third seat did not mean to answer this question.

Shen Qingzhu didn't get an answer to two consecutive questions, and his brows tightened a bit. While everyone else was looking at the altar, he also took a step to observe around the altar.

Then, as if he had discovered something, he squatted down slightly, and gently pinched the ground with his fingertips.

soil?

Shen Qingzhu looked at the rubbing of dirt on her fingertips, was slightly startled, and looked up to look around, only to find that the surrounding ground was full of scattered dirt and slag, but it was not so conspicuous under the dim light.

This should be the original basement of the manor. The ground is covered with floor tiles. Where did so much soil come from?

Shen Qingzhu thought for a moment, stood up, and began to walk towards the dark surroundings.

Most of the lights in this basement have been damaged due to years of disrepair. The entire underground space is only illuminated by fragmentary lights, and the remaining large space is immersed in darkness. Shen Qingzhu rubbed his fingertips lightly, and a small ball of flame appeared on him. In the palm of your hand, illuminate the dim surroundings.

He kept walking in one direction, and soon reached the edge of the basement, touching a wall covered in dust and cobwebs.

"Wind?" Shen Qingzhu narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw that the direction of the flames beating in his palm had changed.

After pondering for a while, he moved forward slowly along the direction of the air flow...

Finally, he came to another wall opposite to him. The other walls of this wall had the same structure, but strangely, in the center of this wall, it was covered with a huge black cloth. The drape was about ten meters long, covering the wall tightly.

The corners of the cloth swayed slightly, as if the wind was blowing by.

Shen Qingzhu stared at the cloth for a long time, reached out and grabbed one end of the cloth, and pulled it down hard!

Stab it--!

The cover fell with a sound, and a large hole with a radius of more than four meters was exposed to the air. The bricks and stones around the hole were uneven. I don't know where it leads.

Shen Qingzhu looked at the big hole, and the doubt in his eyes became stronger.

Just then, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Shen Qingzhu turned her head abruptly, only to see the third seat standing quietly behind him, staring at the big hole in front of her, and said calmly:

"Too much curiosity is not a good thing... newcomers."