Chapter 33 Odd Man – Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

“Run. Run.”

A mole and I held each other up as we stumbled forward along the bank of the underground river.

Behind them, the bells are ringing.

The water current of the underground river surged darkly, and a small whirlpool gradually rose on the surface of the water, just as a mole said, there was a huge underwater roulette wheel-like organ art. This underwater roulette wheel drove the bronze chains, the bronze chains pulled the gilt heads, and finally, the heads struck the chimes.

I vigorously covered my nose with my hand, but no matter what, scarlet blood still dripped down through the cracks of my fingers.

Just then, a mole suddenly looked like she thought of something and she yelled at me, “Plug your ears! Run back!”

After she yelled that, she started pulling me back without a second thought.

After running so far, running back again would be a death sentence! I couldn’t figure out her intentions, but I was still led back by her.

Despite plugging my ears, this was a walk backward, and the closer I got to the source of the sound, the more my eardrums hurt.

Even crawled and ran back to the original point.

“Throw . Throw away the clock.” A mole’s shirt on her chest was already mostly wet from her own nosebleed, and she spoke in a weak voice.

Forcing back the throbbing sensation in my ears, I undid my clothes and violently threw the chimes I was carrying behind me into the underground river.

Almost simultaneously.

The sound of the chimes came to an abrupt end.

The gilt skull statues dangling from those bronze chains lost their source of power and relied on inertia for a few final swings.

The underground river returned to peace, like nothing had happened before.

A mole and I lay side by side on the ground, gasping for air.

“Red. Sister Red, how did you know we were going back.”

A mole’s face was pale, and the dress on her chest was already a crimson red, so she was heard to speak weakly of her conjecture.

I briefly recalled what she had said, and thought that it was highly probable, and it was fortunate that it was she who had a cool head, or else, if we had kept running forward blindfolded, we must have been

Not survive.

This underground river is in the shape of a dense long cylinder, due to this construction, sound travels fast, we definitely can’t outrun the sound, besides, she’s been in the water earlier, the chimes are only ringing because of the power of the wheel and the current, the only reason they’re triggering the chimes is because I’m smashing one down.”

Meteorite iron has suction between each other, which is the balance of gravity, if one is missing, it breaks the weight balance, which is a very precise set of organs. I also secretly guess, perhaps more than two thousand years ago there is no this underground river, that big turntable, perhaps exposed on the ground.

Zhou Wen Wang that era, Zhou Yi has just become a book, Qimen Zunjia has been shaped for a long time, Qimen Zunjia from Zhou Yi, this view is not correct, Qimen Zunjia must be earlier than the Zhou Yi.

Immediately after the Warring States period, Zhou Yi was not yet popularized, but already had the art of the Zongheng and Hengjia, the spectrum of the military, the law of the Quanjia, the Mojia’s organs, which created a large number of lords and heroes such as Guigu Zi, Sun Bin, Ying Zheng, Yan Ying, Bai Qi and so on.

This huge group of human head wheel chimes organ group, must have the support of the Western Zhou period Mohist organ art and yin and yang family, if we look at it from another angle, this is Yao Yumen’s mouth said that the town of state-level cultural relics

Unfortunately, we can’t take it with us.

If any of these chimes are taken away, it will trigger the underwater carousel, which will jeopardize the lives of the living.

“Sister Hong, do you think we’ll not be able to walk out and get trapped in this underground river,” I wiped my nosebleed.

A mole didn’t reply.

“Sister Red?”

“Sister Red?”

I strained to get up to take a look, only to see a mole with embroidered eyebrows, her face pale and already in a coma.

“Sister Hong! Sister Hong! You wake up! Wake up!” I desperately shook her.

A mole was shaken by my upper body shaking

The pendulum swung, but she still didn’t move.

“Drink water Sister Hong, yes, drink water,” I rummaged through my bag for mineral water to feed her, but the water wouldn’t go in, it was all running away from the corners of her mouth.

I was at a loss for words and said with red eyes, “Eat, Sister Red have some cookies.”

The cookies soaked up and became semi-liquid as did the water, which I likewise couldn’t feed.