"Change the subject quickly."

　　 He thought in his heart and brought up another very important thing: "By the way, the reading festival seems to be in the third week of this month. I want to give you a gift. I don’t know what you need."

　　 This month is the month of the inheritance of sages, so for believers, there will be a holiday similar to Christianity and Christmas. There are also other orthodox sects, such as [Earth Mother God] and Harvest Banquet, [No Light Moon] and Full Moon Day.

　　 "Gifts are usually prepared by myself, why did you ask me directly?"

　　Professor feels funny, but thinks of Jenkins’s friendship style, and takes it for granted.

　　 "The gift is unnecessary. If you have time on the day, can you come to Nolan First College of Higher Education? My students like your book very much. If you can talk to everyone, they will be very happy."

　　 "Of course there is no problem, then I will go next Tuesday morning, I will visit the church with my father in the afternoon, and go home to spend the holiday with my family in the evening."

　　 "That's great, the students will be very happy."

Professor 　　 laughed, the wrinkles piled up.

There is no traditional road on the outskirts of the city. Professor Burns took Jenkins through the amazingly large pasture outside the hospital, secretly borrowed the road through a horse farm, over a large area of ​​woods, and walked along the railroad tracks for half an hour. Once again, he touched a hill to the east, and found a valley under the awkward turns.

　　 It was already midnight at this time, and the two of them walked for more than two hours.

　　 "Almost here."

　　 He moved forward while muttering words in his mouth, and quickly found a big tree.

　　 This is really an old tree with a long history, and it can be known only by the trunk of the tree that is ten times the waist width of Jenkins.

　　 Sniffing the damp earth and the peculiar smell of decay in the woods, he fiddled with the grass under the tree, and a hole leading to the ground appeared. Moonlight could not penetrate the dense canopy of the ancient tree, and only the candle that Professor Burns had just lit with a match to illuminate the entrance of the cave.

　　 "Come in now."

　　 He got in at once, and Jenkins bent down and followed.

　　 Inside the entrance of the cave is an artificial passage that is not too spacious, gently downwards, and every few meters will use wooden pillars to support the roof of the cave to prevent it from collapsing.

　　 "What the **** is this place?"

　　 Jenkins asked in a low voice, for fear that his voice would crash here.

　　 "I mentioned to you before that the history before this epoch is difficult to find. Only some ancient ruins can prove the existence of the epoch."

　　 "Here is it?"

"Yes it is."

　　 took a few steps forward and suddenly became spacious. Professor Burns bent down and looked for it for a while, and soon found a kerosene lamp. After being lit by the light of a candle, it finally illuminated the things in front of him.

　　 The simple passage breaks through a stone brick wall, and the empty hall like a foyer is surrounded by stone brick walls, and the deepest part of the hall is a tall bronze door.

　　 This block is much smaller than the [Vientiane Gate] that Jenkins has ever seen. There was no mark on the door, as if two copper plates were directly glued there.

　　 "I found this place in an old book, and it took me half a year to dig out this passage. Today is the last step-open this door. Because I was worried about the danger, I asked you to help."

Professor 　　 has joy and sadness in his expression:

　　 "On the third day after the tunnel was dug here, I met you and Oliver in that castle. If I could join the team of scribes earlier, why bother to dig the soil for half a year by myself..."

　　 Jenkins didn’t know how to continue this sentence, so he could only be silent for a few seconds to ease the atmosphere, and then immediately changed the subject:

"This should be a test by the sage to you. It is not easy to be able to independently explore such a place without any danger. Ahem, by the way, Professor, what is behind the door? Although I am also keen on this Treasure hunting activities, but if a sealed evil creature is released, it is the sin of the two of us."

　　Professor seems to be in a better mood. Maybe Jenkins's statement about the "sage test" really moved him. The old man's face showed some confidence:

"That book uses an unknown language, but it does not contain any mystery, so I finally figured it out. This is the treasure room of a certain unknown person in many epochs, behind the door These are some small gifts he left for future generations. But unfortunately, no one of his descendants found here until the end of that era. I studied the astrology for a long time, and then I went to the [Starry Sky and Balance] Church to find After thousands of years of star maps, I asked my mathematician friends to calculate, and then I roughly guessed the location of this place."

　　 The more he said, the more contented expression appeared on his face.

"guessed?"

　　 Jenkins grasped the key point.

"Yes, after all, it is the location marked by the starry sky coordinates thousands of years ago. The final result I got covers a range of thousands of meters. After using the mystic ritual divination to obtain twelve possible points, I guessed it right away. Here it is."

　　 "Then your luck is really..."

　　 Jenkins silently watched the professor approach the wall with the oil lamp, and carefully cleaned around the wall with a small brush, and then looked at the door with disappointment.

　　 "Sure enough, there is still no new information. Let's get started!"

"How to do?"

　　 He stepped forward and watched the professor cheer on the spot, bending slightly, holding the door with both hands.

　　 "Come and help, come and push it away!"

　　 "Ok...wait, just open it? Isn't this too sloppy?"

　　 "It is recorded in the book that this is only a treasure room left by its owner to future generations. What danger can there be, come soon."

　　 Jenkins blinked, opened the Eye of Reality and scanned the door, there was no light.

"Ok."

The two of them pressed the door together and pushed it inward. Amid the sour squeaking sound, the door was pushed through a gap that was large enough for one person to enter. Then they seemed to hit something and couldn't push it anymore. .

　　 It was pitch black behind the door, even if you use a kerosene lamp to get close there, you can’t illuminate the inside of the door.

　　 "Already prepared!"

　　 Professor Burns asked Jenkins to light up with an oil lamp, then stepped back to a corner of the hall, where there were shovel, basket, bamboo pole, oil lamp, matchbox and so on.

Chapter 154 Chapter 150 Malicious Behind the Door

　　 Professor Burns bent over, picked a bamboo pole, and then lit a new kerosene lamp, hung it on the front of the bamboo pole, and walked slowly towards the door.

　　 sent the bamboo poles in along the crack of the door, and the flame of the kerosene lamp swayed illuminating the door.

　　 "hiss~"

　　 The two exclaimed at the same time, and then looked at each other with horrified expressions. At this moment, the light inside the door went out.

"What do you see?"

Professor 　　 swallowed, then straightened the bamboo pole back, and stepped back a few steps away from Jenkins.

　　 "A lot of corpses, father's, my family, bishop's, friends, and...yours."

　　 Jenkins said, carefully observing the professor with [True Eye], the number of colors of the light spots and the angular speed of the rotation direction are normal.

"I have also seen many tragic dead bodies, but they are not exactly the same as those you mentioned. I have seen my students, bishops, colleagues, friends, and...your corpse. "

　　 At this time, Jenkins and Professor Burns were the only two in the underground space, and the lights in Jenkins' hands lit up their tangled faces.

"fake."

　　 Jenkins said positively.

"Of course it's fake. This method is too inferior. If the people inside are people we don't know, then I might suspect that this door is A-12-1-0089, the door to the dead. But. Since I see the difference, it is an illusion, and it won't scare me!"

　　 While talking, he lit the kerosene lamp that went out again, but handed the bamboo pole to Jenkins.

　　 Jenkin knowingly hung the kerosene lamp in his hand on the front of the bamboo pole, and then stretched it in again.

　　 "hiss~"

　　 The same voice was heard again, and Jenkins subconsciously wanted to rush over, but immediately stopped, and pulled the professor who wanted to enter.

　　 "Illusion! Illusion!"

　　 He emphasized in a low voice.

　　 "Yes, illusion, these books cannot appear here, the tower will not allow them to leave."

Professor 　　 closed his eyes and followed him with a low voice emphasis, his feet kept tapping on the ground, and he was relieved for a long time.

　　 "Sage, this is temptation!"

　　 "It's definitely a temptation!"

　　 Jenkins nodded, "I saw a pile of gold, and I can infer that this illusion is tempting us."

　　 As he spoke, he pinched his leg with his drooping left hand, trying to calm himself down. What he saw just now was the rental house he had rented for a long time. Next to the computer monitor with the big back, the dusty case was still humming.

　　 The kerosene lamp went out again of course. Jenkins thought that the oxygen in the door was insufficient, but the two of them had opened the door for a long time. The position of the oil lamp just now was relatively close to the door, and there was no reason to go out so quickly.

　　 drew back the bamboo pole and lit the lamp. After the flame stabilized, Jenkins looked at the thinking professor.

　　 "What should I do? I think it's too risky to go in rashly, but it's useless to wait outside."

　　 "That's right."

Professor 　　 nodded, and took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket. Instead of lighting, he took a deep breath in front of his nose and put the cigarette back in his pocket.

"Let's look again, look again what is behind the door. The book I found did not mention that the owner here is a gifter, so it is impossible for him to set up a mechanism that can generate illusions here. Maybe, After so many years, there have been some accidents here."

　　 "Well, we have agreed now that no matter what we see, we can't take the initiative to enter the door."

　　 Jenkins hung the kerosene lamp in his hand back to the front of the bamboo pole again.

　　 "Okay, I was so excited just now... Sorry."

　　 Obviously, he couldn't feel any wind noise, but as soon as the kerosene lamp entered the door, the fire in the glass cover shook.

　　 Jenkins and Professor Burns poked their heads and looked into the door along the opened gap, but this time, until the fire went out, no one said anything.

　　 In Jenkins' eyes, the fire light illuminates an empty quiet room behind the door. Jenkins, who is pale, stands in the dark, his face is directly behind the kerosene lamp. Before the light disappeared, he asked in a low voice:

　　 "Why kill me."

　　 retracted the bamboo pole and looked at the professor on the side, his expression also gloomy and terrifying.

　　 "Do you want to watch it again? Or leave now and leave it to the church?"

　　 After a long time, Jenkins asked.

"try again."

The professor gritted his teeth and said, "There are some information in it that I must get. The church does not open information about the mystery of the era to low-level gifters like us. I can only search for it by myself. I missed this time, and I may never have it again. Chance!"

　　 "What kind of material is there?"

　　 Jenkins asked in surprise, if this is the case, he would also go in and take a look.

　　 "Yes, there is a high probability. The owner here is a famous historian of that era. I believe that there will be something I need in the'treasure' he left behind."

　　 "But, it's been nearly a thousand years, those papers..."

　　 "Would he not be carved on stone or metal?"

　　Professor asked rhetorically, Jenkins was stunned.

　　 "What do you want to do."

"This umbrella, when this umbrella is opened, the people under it can be blessed, and during the blessing period, they will be immune to mental interference, poison gas, curses, etc.. For a while, I will tie a rope around my waist, and you will hold it outside. I hit After entering with the umbrella, count for a second and immediately pull me back."

　　 Professor 　　 waved the black umbrella in his hand, his eyes were full of determination, which was very similar to the expression when he explained the funeral to Jenkins in the treacherous world.

　　 "There is no need to take this risk, it is too dangerous."

　　 He hurriedly dissuaded him. He didn't know many friends. Jenkins didn't want this respectable old man to die here.

　　 "There should be some jewellery gold in it. After finding it, we will distribute it at a ratio of three to one."

　　 "No, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that, I mean, I might have another way."

　　 Jenkins waved his hand quickly, the professor is tempting himself.

"Huh? There is a way, that would be great! By the way, what am I misunderstanding? I mean to say that we have discussed the distribution plan in advance to prevent antagonism after finding something. I saw this kind of thing when I was young. Many times."

　　 Jenkins blushed, and immediately realized that he was trying to think about others with sinister intentions. but--

　　 "I saw too much when I was young? What did the professor do?"

　　 He caught a glimpse of the pile of things in the corner, and couldn't help but guess some special underground profession. But according to the news I heard before, the professor should have always been a teacher. Maybe he has heard of something when he was involved in certain and excavation.

Chapter 155 Chapter 151 Treasure Chest

　　 "Actually, I have a candle that hasn't been extinguished since I got it. Maybe we can put it in the door and take a look at the reaction inside. If it is still a phantom, then we can consider it again."

　　 Jenkins said as he put his hand into his pocket, and then took out a burning ordinary candle.