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Zhong Kui's Diary
I was astonished by the meticulous design of this secret passage and the designer's understanding of human nature.
The first iron door appeared abruptly; anyone entering the passage would surely be on guard. Therefore, the first iron door had no traps. To lull intruders into a false sense of security, a second iron door was designed, which also had no traps. Once the intruders relaxed their vigilance, the third iron door was rigged with High Voltage. The moment an intruder touched it, they would be instantly electrocuted into Charcoal.
At this moment, I had no Thunder Element magic left in my body, and I couldn't deal with this High Voltage either. After thinking for a moment, I signaled Fatty to step back with me. Then I pulled out several boxes of beer from my Mustard Seed Pendant and said to Fatty, "Let's use Beer Bottles to smash it. If we hit hard enough, we should be able to break open the iron door."
Fatty chuckled, "This is my specialty. You just stand aside and don't waste any Beer Bottles."
I wholeheartedly agreed; Fatty had previously been part of the Star City Gangster Basketball Team and was the Shot Put champion at the Star City Third Underworld Sports Games, so his accuracy and strength were quite impressive.
After stretching his limbs, Fatty grabbed a Beer Bottle and hurled it forward. With a series of clattering sounds and sparks flying, the iron door was actually smashed open wide enough for a person to pass through. Fatty was immediately overjoyed and energetically smashed the remaining Beer Bottles until the iron door swung wide open, revealing the passage inside.
Upon seeing this passage, we both couldn't help but curse loudly because the ground and walls of this section were entirely made of cast iron. Just like the iron door, this passage was electrified as well.
Standing at the entrance of the passage, I fired a shot at the ground, and sure enough, sparks flew for quite a while before dissipating. We both couldn't help but curse again, expressing our disdain for the designer's family members in rather unflattering terms.
However, this cast iron passage wasn't long—about thirteen or fourteen meters. At the end of this Iron-Cast Passage was another passage made of bluestone, which was also roughly thirteen or fourteen meters long. At its end stood a large iron door that lacked a central disc but had two door rings instead.
"What should we do?" Fatty looked at me.
I pondered for a while before slowly saying, "There are three methods."
Fatty immediately looked at me with great admiration: "Wow, Ghost Brother, you're amazing! I can't think of even one method, yet you've come up with three. What are they?"
"First, we could return to the wooden cabin and cut off its Power Supply line." I frowned and added, "However, this method seems unreliable because household electricity cannot handle such a high load; this Power Cord must have another source."
"What about the second method?" Upon hearing that the first method was unreliable, Fatty's admiration slightly diminished.
"The second method is still to search for the Power Supply line. There must be a Power Supply line near this iron door; we can dig around it with pickaxes and might just uncover it," I said solemnly.
"Uncertain?" Fatty's expression of admiration completely vanished, replaced by a look of doubt.
"Well, it's possible that the power supply line is buried at the other end of the passage," I pointed to the opposite side of the Iron-Cast Passage.
"You should go with the third method," Fatty said, instantly deflated upon hearing this.
"There's one more way. We can throw a rope over to the iron door's ring on the other side, then secure it here on the stone slab, and we can climb across using the rope," I said through gritted teeth.
Upon hearing this, Fatty's face scrunched up: "Ghost Brother, this method seems even less reliable. What if the rope breaks? You know I'm a heavyweight."
I pulled out a climbing rope and smiled, "This climbing rope is made in Germany. Don't worry; even if an elephant hangs on it, it will be fine." Then I took out a steel claw and firmly attached it to the front end of the rope. "The only tricky part is whether you can hook this steel claw onto the ring on the other side."
"That shouldn't be a problem. I have about a twenty percent chance of getting it done," Fatty said as he took the rope from me, spun the steel claw in the air a few times, and with a shout, swung it toward the iron door.
With a clang, the steel claw hit the door, landing about a foot away from the ring before bouncing back and falling to the ground.
We both sighed, but there was also some relief; at least there was no high voltage on that iron door.
Seeing Fatty about to slowly drag back the steel claw, I quickly said, "You need to pull it back with force; otherwise, if the steel claw lands on the Iron Telecom path, it could conduct electricity."
Fatty looked at me disdainfully: "So what if it conducts electricity? As long as this rope doesn't conduct electricity, I'll be fine. Do you really think high voltage could turn the steel claw into powder?"
I paused for a moment before laughing and saying, "You have a point there, Fatty. I just thought of another idea. What if we keep throwing things at this iron wall? Is there any chance we could drain its electric charge?"
Fatty's eyes lit up: "Ghost Brother, this idea seems somewhat reliable."
With that, he yanked hard, and the steel claw flew back with a whoosh attached to the rope. The steel claw came straight toward my chest. I caught it with a laugh and tossed it aside before rummaging through my spatial bag for various supplies—snacks and drinks galore—picking out anything metallic from their packaging and setting them aside.
This time I came to Dongpeng Province's Wuxian County to investigate Severed Limbs fully prepared. Just for these supplies alone, I spent over ten thousand dollars. As for flashlights, climbing ropes, daggers, and such items, I bought plenty. Money wasn't an issue either; Song Yuqing gave me a large sum to express his apologies and help ease my nerves.
Fatty also pulled out a bunch of items. We each cracked open a can of beer and took a couple of sips before I casually tossed my can into the Iron-Cast Passage.
With a ping, Can rolled a few times in the corridor, and the flickering electric light almost filled the entire passage. It took a while for the electric light to slowly fade away.
Once the electric light stopped, Fatty threw the Can he was holding again, and another round of electric light swirled around.
Just like that, we tossed it back and forth for almost half an hour, but the electric light remained endless, as if this Power Supply was directly pulled from some High Voltage power line.
"Damn, it seems this method won't work. This High Voltage seems to be endless," I said, feeling quite frustrated.
Fatty was also feeling down. After taking a drag from his cigarette, he cursed and picked up the Steel Claw from the ground. He swung it a few times and shouted angrily as the Steel Claw whistled through the air towards the iron door.
With a "ding," this time, the Steel Claw actually hit the door ring.
"Again!" Fatty retrieved the Steel Claw and took a deep breath before launching it again.
Again and again, on what must have been the ninth or tenth attempt, the Steel Claw finally hooked onto the iron ring. Overjoyed, Fatty pulled hard, making the Rope go taut and laughed, "Ghost Brother, it's done."
I took out my pickaxe and thought for a moment. If I fixed this at the entrance of the Iron-Cast Passage, I might touch the iron wall while climbing up, so I needed to step back a bit.
After retreating about ten meters, I exerted myself to pry down about ten pieces of Bluestone from the wall. Each piece of Bluestone weighed over a hundred pounds; stacking ten of them together would definitely secure the Rope.
I asked Fatty to tie the Rope to one of the stones and then pile all the other stones on top. Walking back to the front of the Iron-Cast Passage, I squatted in front of the Rope to test its elasticity. Confirming that the sagging of the Rope wouldn’t let me touch the iron wall, I cleared my throat and said, "Fatty, I'll go first. You stay here with your gun for cover. Once I'm over there, I'll cover you."
Fatty chuckled and said, "Ghost Brother, when you get over there, look for the switch for High Voltage. If you find it, turn it off so I can walk over directly. If you can't find it, I can still crawl over later."
That made sense; I smiled and replied, "Alright."
I slung my gun behind me, spat into my palm and rubbed my hands together before climbing onto the Rope and slowly making my way across.
Just halfway through my climb, I suddenly thought that if that Severed Limbs appeared in front of me at that moment, I'd be in big trouble. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, prompting me to quicken my pace until I reached above the bluestone passage. After jumping down and landing firmly on my feet, I let out a sigh of relief and turned to Fatty saying, "Be careful; I'm going to look for the switch."
Fatty smiled at me and was about to speak when I suddenly noticed something flashing behind him. I immediately shouted, "Behind you!"
At the same time, I shone my flashlight behind him, and as the light illuminated the area, I felt a chill run down my spine. Behind Fatty were four Severed Limbs: a left hand, a right hand, a left foot, and a right foot.
The feet were planted on the ground by their toes, while the hands were positioned with fingers touching the ground. Each time they tapped on the floor, the Severed Limbs would roll in mid-air. I could see that each palm and sole had an eye glowing with Green Light. However, this time, the gaze in those eyes was numb and hollow, completely devoid of the previous ferocity and cruelty.
Hearing me call out, Fatty quickly turned around. At that moment, the four Severed Limbs sprang into action, swiftly lunging at Fatty.
Bang! Fatty fired a single shot before being knocked down by the four Severed Limbs, crashing heavily to the ground. After letting out a couple of roars, his voice abruptly ceased, as if he had lost consciousness. Meanwhile, the four Severed Limbs had already taken their positions at Fatty's limbs.
Before I could react, the Severed Limbs lifted Fatty and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Damn it! I cursed under my breath, not bothering to find the switch anymore. Grabbing the Rope, I scrambled over and once on the ground, I raised my Shotgun and hurriedly pursued them.
Reaching the first iron door, I saw that beyond the bend was an upward sloping passage. Just as I was about to rush through, a deafening roar echoed from ahead. The sound was exceptionally jarring in this passage; for a moment, my ears buzzed painfully. Realizing something was wrong, I turned around the bend only to find that the passage ahead had collapsed.
Marego Bi!
Furious, I fired several shots at the collapsed area until my Shotgun clicked empty. Only then did I angrily pull bullets from my Mustard Seed Pendant to reload my Shotgun.
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