Chapter 870:

Finally, Li Huai reached out his hand to touch the surface of the pillar. Then he took a step back abruptly, without any effect. There is no intermittent contact between his fingers and the unknown material. This unknown material has the smoothness of polished metal, but-this thought makes him slightly uncomfortable-warm and slightly meaty!
He summoned all his strength to break free, but he didn't. Not only did he catch him, but his other hand and arm were also attracted to join the first one! The primitive fear in Li Badi's heart awakened his full strength. He threw and leaned back, making a panic sound like hunting beasts.
After a while, his left palm was as tight as his right. Holding it with both hands, his whole body suddenly rushed forward, breaking away from the safety foundation of the floor, and leaning tightly on the pillar.
In this position, he was sucked into the well. Although he couldn't get out of the pillar, he did slip down the pillar easily. Li Huai involuntarily protested this strange form of capture, closing his eyes, and as he continued to descend, a trembling voice slipped over him.
After the first shock subsided, Apache realized that he hadn't really fallen. If the column is horizontal instead of vertical, he will be measured by the speed of walking. He passed two more rooms. He must already be below the height of the bottom of the valley outside. He was still a prisoner of that pillar and was now completely in darkness.
His feet were on the horizontal surface, and he guessed that he must have come to an end. He pulled back again, arched his shoulders, made the last desperate attempt to escape, and stumbled away when he was released.
He leaned sideways against the wall, standing there panting. The light may come from the pillar, but it seems more like a part of the air, bright enough to show that he is in the corridor, and the left and right sides are getting darker and darker.
Li Bai strode back to the pillar and placed his palm on its surface again, but to no avail. His flesh was not sticky this time, and there was no way for him to climb onto the smooth pole. He can only hope that at some point the corridor will allow him to enter the ground. But which way to go?
Finally, he chose the correct path and started along this path, pausing for a few steps to listen. But apart from the soft cushions of his own feet, there was no other sound. The air is fresh, and he thinks he can detect the weak current coming to him from a certain point in front, maybe an exit.
Instead, he walked into a room and let out a surprise from him. The walls are blank and covered with the same blue-violet-green light that color the pillars. In front of him is a table and behind the table is a bench, both carved from local yellow-red rock. Except for the door where he is standing now, there is no other exit.
Li Wei walked to the bench. It was placed in a stationary position so that everyone sitting there must face the room opposite the table, with the table in front of him. On the table is an object Li Huai immediately recognized from the voyage on the alien spacecraft. This is a reader browser, through which involuntary explorers learn almost nothing about the older galactic civilization. .
A reader-there is a tape next to it. Li Bai cautiously touched the edge of the box, and half of the people hoped it would collapse into nothingness. This place is already empty. Stone tables, benches, and towers can survive centuries of abandonment, but these other objects...
The reader's content is as solid as a rock under the dust. There is less dust here than the upper tower room. Hardly knowing why, Li Huai threw a leg on the bench and sat on the table behind the chair. The reader in front of him had the box of tape in his hand.
He checked the wall, then hurriedly looked away. The color of the ripples caught his eye. He had a feeling that if he watched the ebb and flow for too long, he would be attracted by some fascinating magic, like a magic army's machine grabbing and living in people. He turned his attention to the reader. He thinks it is very similar to the one they use on the ship.
This room, table and bench are all designed according to the intended purpose. The purpose-Li Badi put his finger on the cassette he couldn't open himself-the purpose was to use the reader, he would swear. For those who leave the tape, the tape left in this way must have a very important meaning. It seemed that the entire valley was a trap that led strangers to this underground room.
Li Bai quickly opened the box, put the first disk into the reader, and then put his eyes on the top of the vision tube.
When he raised his head again, the undulating walls looked the same, but his muscle cramps told Li Huai, because he took out the first disc, time has passed-maybe hours instead of minutes. He put his eyes in his hands and tried to think clearly. There used to be a few meaningless symbolic texts, but there were also many clear three-dimensional pictures, which seemed to float out of thin air accompanied by singing in foreign languages. He was stuffed with bits and pieces of information about his clothes, and he could only be connected by guessing, and some savage guesses too. However, he does know this-these towers were built by bald astronauts, and they are very important to the disappearing star civilization. The information in the room has always been scattered to him, resulting in a treasure trove of topaz that is larger than he had dreamed of.
Li Huai swayed on the bench. There is too much to know and very little! If it is only or other project technicians! Treasures like Pandora's Box are dangerous for those who open it but don't understand. The Apaches studied the three walls of blue, purple and green in turn, and attracted new attention. There is a way through those walls; he is pretty sure he can unlock at least one of them. But not now-certainly not now!
He also knew another thing: The Demon Army must not find this. For them, such a discovery not only means the end of his own people on topaz, but also the end. This may be the spread of a new alien black death, destroying the entire country at once!
If he can do what his archaeologists are training against, he will cover the entire valley above and below the ground. But although the Demon Army may have such a means of destruction, the Apaches do not. No, he and his people must take the action he deems necessary from the beginning, that is to eliminate the red leader to prevent the enemy from discovering it! This must be done before they happen to ascend the tower!
Li Badi stood up stiffly. His eyes are sore and his head is full of pictures, hints and guesses. He wanted to go out and return to the open air, perhaps the clean high wind blew away some terrifying knowledge from his numb mind. He walked down the corridor, now confused by the question of returning to the window.
Before him, this was the pillar. Hopeless, but still subject to a certain inherent instinct, Li Huai stretched his hands to the surface again. His cramped arm pulled the tug. His body was sucked onto the pillar again. This time he is rising!
He held his breath, then relaxed. The principle of this strange mode of transportation is completely beyond his understanding, but as long as the opposite is true, he doesn't care about finding the answer. He arrived at the room with the window open, but the sun shone into the room. Instead, a neat lunar broom lay on the dusty floor. He must have been in that underground place for several hours.
Li Bai broke away from the arms of the pillar. His wooden spear was still opposite the window, and he ran over. In order to catch up with scouts, he must hurry up. Faced with his new discoveries, their report to the clan must now be thoroughly revised. The Apaches did not dare to retreat south and quit the battle, and let the demon army use the treasure here.
When he hit the sidewalk below, he was looking for a coyote. Then he tried the reminder. But as mysterious as they met him in the valley, now they disappeared again. Li Huai had no time to find them. With a sigh, he started the game.
Li Huai recalled that in the past, Apache fighters were able to traverse forty-five or fifty miles of foot and rugged territory every day. But maybe his modern reproduction slowed him down. He has determined that he can catch up before others pass. But now he was standing in the clearing where they camped, reading the signs that the stones were overturned, the crooked branches were left for him, and he knew they would reach the ranch, and reported the decision that De Clay and others wanted, and then he You can leave them.
Li Badi is in trouble. Now, he was so tired that only the pills he took intermittently could make him move at a stubborn pace, almost nothing more than a quick walk. His thoughts are always plagued by picture fragments, which he sees in the reader. For so long, the big bomb has been a nightmare in his own world, but what is it that the bald star rover can deal with these forces?
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