Chapter 49
rks on its surface.He twisted open the metal tin and carefully poured a small amount of yellow powder into his palm.This yellow powder has a pungent smell, with a hint of realgar, but the scent is muc..."Run..... run...."
And I, with a mole by my side, stumble along the riverbank below ground.
In the distance, bells rang out sonorously.
The water in the underground river flowed with a churning current, and on the surface of the water, a small whirlpool gradually formed, just like what a mole had said, there was a huge mechanism underwater, resembling a roulette wheel.
This underwater wheel drove the bronze chains, the bronze chains pulled the gilded heads, and finally, the heads struck the bells.
I covered my nose tightly with my hand, but alas, the crimson blood still seeped through my fingers, dripping down drop by drop.
Just then, a mole suddenly as if she had thought of something, she shouted at me: "Plug your ears! Run back!"
She yelled out that sentence and, without another word, started pulling me back the way we came.
I ran so far, running back now, isn't that courting death! I don't understand her intentions, but I'm still being led back by her.
Although I plugged my ears, this was a journey back. The closer I got to the source of the sound, the more my eardrums hurt.
He scurried back to the starting point.
“Dropping... dropping the clock...” A mole on her chest, her clothes were already soaked with her own nosebleeds. She spoke in a weak voice.
gritting my teeth against the pain in my ears, I unbuttoned my shirt and flung the tuned bells strapped to my back into the river below.
Almost at the same time.
The sound of the chime abruptly ceased.
The gilded skull pendants, once energized by arcane energies, swayed listlessly for a few moments as inertia carried them.
The underground river returned to its calm, as if nothing had ever happened before.
I lay on the ground beside a mole, breathing heavily.
"Red... Red Sister, how did you know we were going back"
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A mole on her face was pale, and the front of her clothes had turned a crimson red. She weakly shared her guess.
I briefly recalled her words and thought it was very possible. Thankfully, she kept a cool head, otherwise, if we had just kept running blindly forward, we definitely wouldn't have survived.
This underground river is a closed, cylindrical shape. Because of this structure, sound travels very fast. We definitely can't outrun the sound. Besides, she had been down here before. The reason the bell chimes is because of the power of the spinning wheel and the water flow. As for why it triggered, it's because I dropped something into it.
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Iron meteors have an attraction to each other, this is gravity balance. If one is missing, the weight balance is broken, which is a very precise mechanism.
I also secretly guessed that maybe there wasn't this underground river over two thousand years ago, and the big turntable was probably above ground.
During the time of King Wen of Zhou, the I Ching had just been compiled, but Qimen Dunjia had already taken shape for a long time. The view that Qimen Dunjia originated from the I Ching is not correct. Qimen Dunjia must have predated the I Ching.
Coming next was the Warring States period. Though the Zhouyi divination system hadn't been popularized yet, there were already the strategies of the Strategists, the tactics of the Military Masters, the laws of the Legalists, and the mechanisms of the Mohists. This gave rise to a host of powerful figures like Gui Guzi, Sun Bin, Ying Zheng, Yan Ying, and Bai Qi.
This large set of human head-shaped rotating disc clockwork mechanisms must have been supported by the Mohist mechanical arts and Yin-Yang teachings during the Western Zhou period. Viewed from another angle, this is exactly what Yao Yumen referred to as a national treasure...
It's a shame we can't take it with us.
These chimes, if you remove any one of them, will surely trigger a large underwater turning mechanism, endangering human lives.
"Sister Hong, what if we can't get out What if we die down here in this underground river" I wiped the blood from my nose.
A mole didn't answer.
"Hong Jie"
"Sister Hong"
I strained to get up, but saw a mole embroidered between her brows tightly locked. Her face was pale, and she had fallen into a coma.
"Sister Hong! Sister Hong! Wake up! Wake up quickly!" I shook her desperately.
One mole on her body was shaking as I moved my upper body, but she didn't move at all.
“Drink some water, Hong Jie. Yes, drink some water,” I took out a bottle of mineral water from my bag and offered it to her, but the water wouldn’t go in. It just ran down the corner of her mouth.
I was at a loss for words, my eyes red as I said, "Eat, Hongjie, quickly eat some cookies."
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The cookie has become soggy and watery, almost like a liquid. I can't get it in anymore either.
A mole now breathes faintly.teoric iron, and there is indeed evidence for this. A few years ago, in 1996, the Henan Provincial Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology teamed up with the Sanmenxia Cultural Relics Work Team....