Chapter 60 God Governs All Things, The Dead Will Be Under My Control
"Hey, are the coordinates of my entry and exit space fixed? Is there not a shred of rich space? What will happen if someone sets a trap where I enter the apostle space? Or what happens if someone blocks it with sand and gravel?" Xiaowei still doesn't give up, commanding the gods won't be so mentally retarded, right?
The agent elf suddenly sneered, "Apostle, you underestimate the apostle space. As long as you are willing to contribute points, this problem is not insoluble. In principle, the coordinates of the two-star apostle's space are fixed, and the three-star apostle owns the space. The authority to adjust the coordinate position in a small area. Four-star apostles can use the coordinate transmission function. Five-star apostles, hehe, the apostles are only two-star apostles now, and they are too far away from five stars, so I won’t tell you. The space of the apostles excludes the study room presented by the gods. , there is only less than ten cubic meters of free space, in the space you can explore the scene of ten cubic meters outside, but you need to spend a certain contribution point. One hour and ten points contribute, less than one hour counts as one hour."
Well, needless to say, such a condition is the extra money of the agent elves. Xiaowei has a feeling that he has been trapped by the agent elves. The ability of the apostle space is given by the wisdom spirit, and the agent elves are also affiliated to the apostle space. Why? Do I need to pay extra contribution points when using these abilities? Shouldn't this be what he deserves? It doesn't feel like a gift, but a power lease.
Xiaowei thought about it carefully and found that there was nothing wrong. The apostle space was originally a site given to him by the gods of wisdom. It was said that there was no problem with renting. Usually, there is no charge for storing ordinary items, but other functions seem to have exceeded the ordinary storage space. It's a matter of course, and it's fair to pay for it.
The apostle space cannot be easily exposed, otherwise the danger will increase, and I have only acted a little smarter before, but if the other party discovers the existence of the apostle space, I will definitely not end well. is the weaker side.
Go ahead and pretend to be an ordinary smart kid. Xiaowei quietly opened the door and walked up. This is a relatively wide space, more than 100 square meters. It is a closed space. The surrounding walls are carved with delicate patterns, but there is no passage leading to the top. No other doors and windows exist either. If it weren't for the apostle's space exploration function, Xiaoweier might have thought that this was a dead end. In fact, in a sense, if you can't find the organ, there is not much difference between this place and the dead end. When you look around, it is empty. Except for the relief on the wall, there is nothing special. A staircase leading to the next floor was behind him, and Xiaowei closed the door carefully. The things in the apostle space could not be taken out and used casually. The last thing that could be used was a wooden sword and a few copper coins.
The door leading to the bottom is made of wood, otherwise it’s hard to say whether he can push it open. He took out a copper coin and stuck it in the hinge of the door. Xiaowei groped and moved forward. There were six people in the empty hall on this floor. Seven meters high, and the agent elf told himself that fifteen meters away is the ground. In other words, there are still eight or nine meters high partitions on it, which are likely to be mixed with stone and soil, or simply pure stone, and it is also piled up with boulders. There must be an organ channel, but do you really want to leave here?
The flames of more than a dozen oil lamps were beating in four weeks, and there were some ancient characters in the middle of the strange embossed patterns. Xiaowei temporarily put aside other thoughts and began to study these characters little by little, and read them softly.
"Lamode brought death to the world. He said that there is life and death. Death is not the end. He is in charge of life and death and can see the end of all things."
"Ramod is in charge of the soul of all things in the world. He said that God is in charge of all things, and the dead will be under my control."
"Lamod has his own faithful servants, and he bestows them with immortality."
"Mirror, boat, and boots, Ramod has three holy artifacts,
He gave the three holy vessels to the three apostles. "
"The boat that walks in the Styx is the only holy artifact that can travel freely between the world and the underworld. The first apostle of Ramod used it to redeem the souls of the dead."
"The boots of Ramod are the only holy artifact in the underworld that allows flying, and the only holy artifact that can walk on the bridge of bones."
"The mirror is the key to the kingdom of death, where all the riches of La Mode are located."
"Lamode violated the agreement and took other people's things. He violated everyone's interests and was eventually sanctioned by everyone."
"There is no need for excessive pity. The noble are the noble, the humble are just the foil and servants of the noble, and everyone's servants are not your playthings alone."
"The world may be more incomplete without you, but such a world may be more beautiful."
Xiaowei felt a little baffled, what is the holy artifact? Advanced magic item? Mirrors, ships, boots, and the underworld, the bone bridge, I seem to have seen it somewhere. Who the hell is Ramod? Why trigger outrage? What are the nobles? Could it be a king in the early slave society of antiquity? Or the big slave owner? Is the underworld his domain? Building bridges with bones is certainly not a good person. There is also the holy weapon, this person must be very strong, otherwise he will not be besieged.
Xiaoweier looked at the reliefs one by one. He would intentionally read some words wrong, but not a lot, and some would ignore the past. Every time he read Lamode, Xiaoweier always had an inexplicable sense of depression, as if The names he said have different meanings, but repression is not that kind of creepy fear. A name can have such a strange effect, it seems that this Ramod is really an incredible big man.
The last relief is very strange, it is actually the frame of an architectural drawing with a strange word on it.
"The three holy vessels represent the three apostles of Ramaud. The three apostles are Ramaud's hands, feet and brain. Ramaud has died, and he will die forever, suppressed on the seventh floor in the name of all of us. under the tower."
"Only by solving the puzzle of the seven-story tower can the door to the treasure house of Ramod be opened. Ramode has left many treasure houses, and the cowardly and lowly will always be frightened by him."
"The first question on the first floor of the seven-story tower: When the sun first rose, where did the first rays of sunlight fall?"
"When the sun first rose, the first rays of sunlight fell into the darkness." Just as Xiaoweier finished speaking, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.
earthquake? ! Xiao Weier trembled, but he was underground, and if an earthquake came, he would definitely be buried. Wait, you've been buried now, okay? It's just the difference between dying sooner or later. No, I suddenly feel sleepy. Xiaowei shook his head, trying to wake himself up a bit, but he couldn't do it anyway. He secretly gave the agent a signal, and Xiaowei fell on the ground and fell asleep.
Dream! I seem to have had a strange dream. In my sleep, I was cold all over, as if I was about to catch a cold, and my head was dizzy. The cute little devil sister seems to be calling "brother" in her ear and trying to pull herself up.
"Dad, Dad, my brother's head is so hot!" The little devil's sister's voice became clearer and clearer. Haven't she woken up yet? He couldn't open his eyes, as if there were ten thousand pounds of gravity pressing against him. A pair of big hands freed him from the seal of the quilt, leaning on his solid shoulders, he actually smelled a familiar smell, and a hot and bitter potion was poured into his throat.
Xiao Weier's eyes widened, and he was more than half awake all of a sudden. He was looking at the worried eyes of his sister and mother, and the big bowl full of black potion in his father's hand. Is he at home? your own bed?
"Your kid came home in the rain last night and asked you to take your medicine. If you don't want to, now it's alright. Take the medicine from last night today, and you will have to lie down for another day or two." Florette Declan complained , but seeing his son open his eyes, he was still very happy.
"Dear, I feel that our dear son is not drinking the medicine, but you can't stand it." Moses pushed her husband's hand away and carefully wiped the medicine from Xiao Wei's mouth. He touched his hot forehead with worry and pity on his face.
"I'm fine, just lie down for a while, but I might not be able to go to today's class." Xiao Wei forced a smile, but his mind was full of chaos and anger. Did he forget something?