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It was clear that everyone wao extract more information from the older woman, but at this moment, she silently sat on a stone pilr not far behind them, not saying a word.
It was her silence, or perhaps her sense of reje, that made everyoant to press her too hard.
Everyone wao get information from her, but no one wao be the oo force her, as it was likely to provoke her revenge.
If what she said was true, her ces of survival would be much higher than anyone else’s.
She was here on a “sed round.”
“What do we do now?” someone asked.
A silence fell over the group.
Everyone khat behind this door was likely a secret, but sihey couldn’t find the meism to open it, the only optio was to break down the door with brute force.
But the real question was, who would be the oo do it?
Sometimes, too many clever people in one pce is a bad thing, as everyone has their own hidden agenda, leading to inefficy.
If a few hot-headed youngsters were here, they probably would have already tested whether there were monsters behind the door or not.
Of course, there was also the possibility of immediate group annihition if monsters were involved.
A gust of cold wind blew from somewhere, scattering the dust oone door, making the strange creatures blurry.
That was better, as with fewer creatures staring at them from the door, everyo less psychological pressure.
The stone door turned out to be more fragile than expected. Four men struggled to lift a medium-sized stone pilr and, using it as a battering ram, broke open the door with two hits.
Instead of swinging open like a normal door, the stone door colpsed backward like a domino.
With a crash, it hit the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
As the stone door fell, the four men quickly retreated, waiting for the dust to settle and reveal what y beyond.
It was a row of stoairs.
From their vantage point, they could only see the steps curving upward, gradually disappearing into the darkness.
Jiang g looked up, notig that there seemed to be space above the building’s dome.
The young master waved his hand to disperse the dust floating in front of him, then tilted his head and oward the women. “It’s your turn.”
This had been the agreement before they rammed the door.
The men were responsible for breaking the door, and o ehe women would go ahead and scout the path.
In nightmares, everyone was equal—gender roles didn’t matter.
When life was at stake, no one cared about face.
The three women, clearly relut, gathered together, each with their own thoughts.
No one knew what y at the top of the spiraling stairs; the unknown hidden in the darkness was the most terrifying.
The tall man partnered with the young girl took small, cautious steps toward her, as though to apany her, but when the girl noticed, she gave him a sharp look.
The tall man, over two meters tall, actually stopped moving, his face showing a pitiful expression.
The fatty was left bewildered by the iion.
Just as everyone's attention was focused on the darkness behind the stone door, an ued figure eheir line of sight.
The older woman, who no one had noticed move, walked toward the door a straight in.
Everyone quickly followed.
Walking ooeps, the sensation underfoot was strange, almost a rough feeling, as if they were walking on steps not made of ordinary stone, but rather a history buried in the river of time.
This history had likely never been recorded in any historical text—fotten moments in time.
Whether it was iional or caused by the erosion of time, the stairs were often broken, with some ses even colpsing in a mur pattern.
Looking down at the colpsed ses, their eyes couldn’t focus, only darkness meeting them.
After staring for a while, it felt as if they might fall into the abyss.
They stuck close to the wall, each step taken cautiously.
Jiang g gently ran his fingers over the wall, which was covered in intricate, hard-to-uand carvings. They could be the same strange creatures seen oone door, or perhaps something else entirely.
Finally, they reached the top of the stairs.
There was aone door, but uhe previous ohis one was slightly ajar.
Although not fully opehe gap was wide enough for an adult man to slip through sideways.
The older woman walked right in.
Jiang g looked at her disappearing figure, his eyes fshing with something strange.
The young master quickly followed, stepping through the dht after her.
The only one who had difficulty was the fatty, as the young master pulled him from ihe room while Jiang g pushed from outside, finally managing to get him through.
The fatty knew he was the one holding everyone bad promised Jiang g he would lose weight.
“If I don’t lose 20 pounds in a month, I’ll be an orphan.”
“Tch,” Jiang g gnced sideways at him, feeling that there was more to his words thahe eye.
Ihe stone door ace of about several dozen square meters, with an overall curved shape.
From their observations of the exterior, this room seemed to be at the very top of the building.
The walls were no longer ordinary sto made of a material resembling mica, with a crystalliructure that appeared somewhat frosted.
The thiess seemed substantial, as the room was very quiet.
There was no wind sound.
The walls glimmered with various light refles, not very obvious, but still present. Jiang g gnced around a few times, but couldn’t dis any clear pattern.
In the ter of the room stood a white shelf, about half a person’s height.
The shelf had a very uexture when touched, with excelle ductivity, unlike anything made of stone or metal.
On the shelf sat a rge basin-like vessel, rger than a wash basin. After brushing away the thin yer of dust on top, it was filled with a creamy white solid substance.
The young master reached out and wiped a bit, pi between his fingers, and then s lightly, firming, “It’s grease.”
Jiang g, generously, reached in and began to work with it, finally pulling up a straerial-covered rope with his greasy hands.
The rope was covered ied grease, which Jiang g pried off.
The others looked at him with respectful eyes.
At the top of the building, with its semi-transparent walls, the grease-filled vessel in the ter, and the bck rope ihe purpose of this room became much clearer.
This was a lighthouse.
A bea to guide ships traveling to and from port.
“This building is a lighthouse?” The fatty clearly figured it out too, noting that the rge devi the ter was essentially a giant dle.
The young master smiled. “Fat brother is right, but irely—this room is a lighthouse, but this entire building is not.”
“Who would build such a big lighthouse for no reason?” Jiang g said in a rhetorical tohey were just behind the times, not foolish.”
(End of the Chapter)
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