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Zhong Kui's Diary
Thinking about it, Fatty and I worked together to pry open the remaining two stone slabs. Sure enough, there was a spring inside each of them. After flipping the slabs back into place, we stood on them and jumped.
Clank, clank, clank.
Another series of mechanical sounds echoed, and the noise from below grew closer. Just as it seemed the sound was about to reach the surface, the four Bluestone Slabs in the center of the courtyard slowly rose and moved aside, revealing an opening with a faint blue light shining through.
Fatty and I exchanged glances and leaned closer to the opening. Inside was a space that was square, about two meters on each side and approximately three meters high. The walls were made of some unknown metal, completely translucent, reflecting a soft blue glow.
"What is this?" I exclaimed in surprise.
Fatty curiously peered in beside me: "So we fumbled around for half the time and ended up with this Cellar? Is this where the Cursed God stores sweet potatoes?"
Just as we were at a loss, the blue walls began to flicker, shimmering beautifully. Both Fatty and I instinctively took a step back—not out of fear, but as a protective instinct.
Then I noticed two buttons protruding from one wall. One button was above the other, each marked with arrows indicating upward and downward directions.
"Ghost Brother, what does this mean?" Fatty asked cautiously.
"Uh, I think this thing looks like... an elevator," I replied uncertainly. The metallic space before us was roughly the size of an elevator, and with two buttons indicating up and down, it certainly resembled one.
"Is this here to pick us up?" Fatty frowned.
"Probably," I said while rubbing my nose. "Otherwise, with such a commotion leading to this kind of space, it wouldn't make sense. Well, never mind; I'm going in first."
With that, I leaped into the metallic space. Seeing this, Fatty hesitated for a moment before jumping in after me.
I pressed the button marked with a downward arrow, and a flowing Light Screen swept across the wall, accompanied by a clattering sound as the space began to descend slowly.
Wow, it really is an elevator.
As the elevator descended, the Bluestone Slab above covered us again, but the elevator did not plunge into darkness; instead, it emitted a soft blue glow, casting a bluish hue on both me and Fatty.
After descending about twenty meters, the elevator came to a stop, and the clattering sound ceased. The Light Screen flowed again across the wall, revealing a Portal that appeared out of thin air on one side. Beyond the door was a larger space, about five meters square, identical to this elevator. The walls shimmered like flowing water, and there were two buttons above—clearly another elevator.
Fatty and I exchanged glances, feeling somewhat apprehensive. We had already descended over twenty meters; was this massive elevator planning to send us to the eighteenth level of hell? I suddenly recalled my first encounter with Ji Wuyuan, who had once created an elevator that descended to -999 levels. Although it was an illusion, it had scared both me and Kong Xuan half to death at that time.
"Since we've come this far, we might as well go in and take a look," Fatty said through gritted teeth.
"Of course," I replied with a smile as I stepped into the large elevator. Once inside, the wall behind us closed automatically. No matter how closely Fatty and I examined it, we could find no traces of our entry; it was as if we had walked through the wall.
After searching for a while without finding anything of interest, I pressed the downward button directly. This time, the elevator was unusually quiet. Aside from a moment of weightlessness when it first started up, I felt no discomfort during the following minutes; it felt as if the elevator was standing still until finally, I sensed a sinking feeling and realized we must have reached our destination.
The Light Screen flickered, and a Portal appeared on the other side of the wall, leading into a hall radiating a soft blue glow.
The hall was grand; I even thought I had stepped into a large sports arena—at least Bird's Nest Level. It soared several dozen meters high and was extremely spacious, filled with that same soft blue light. The walls also displayed flowing Light Screen, momentarily dazzling me.
Surprisingly, this hall had no columns—none at all. Keep in mind this was underground; such a large space without any support structures seemed impossible. Moreover, its ceiling wasn't dome-shaped but rather square; I found it hard to imagine what supported its top—it defied logic.
In the center of the hall stood a table resembling an office desk, accompanied by a chair occupied by someone cloaked in blue light, their back turned to us so we couldn't see their face. Aside from that, there was nothing else in the entire hall—it was so empty it felt unbelievable.
Could this person be the Cursed God?
I hadn't had a chance to say anything when Fatty suddenly shouted, "Oh, divine being! Please spare me!"
While shouting hoarsely, he pounded his chest and stomped his feet, saying, "Divine being, why must you hold a mortal like me accountable? I just said it casually; you have to forgive me."
The figure remained completely silent.
"Oh divine being, I will compensate you in any way you want, as long as you let me go! I could even transfer my Health Treatment membership card to you." Fatty continued to shout, his voice growing more desperate.
Still, there was no response from the figure.
"Uh, Ghost Brother, do you think this Cursed God has a hearing problem?" Fatty stopped shouting and asked me suspiciously.
"Maybe he's testing you," I replied with a laugh. "Come on, let's get a bit closer and take a look."
"Oh divine being, just let me go—please!" Fatty cried out again in despair.
Amidst Fatty's wailing, we cautiously walked to the center of the hall. The figure sat with its back to us and showed no sign of reaction. After exchanging glances with Fatty, we turned to face the figure directly and took a closer look.
It was then that we realized it wasn't a person at all but rather a skeleton. However, it was an unusual skeleton; the skull still had hair on it, and there were eyeballs in the eye sockets—though they were motionless and lifeless. Dressed in an ancient robe, from behind it looked just like an ordinary person.
Faced with such a bizarre situation, we both stood frozen for quite some time before regaining our senses.
"What does this mean?" Fatty asked in astonishment.
"Could it be that this Cursed God is dead?" I replied, equally surprised.
"How is that possible? How do you explain what happened to me?" Fatty immediately retorted.
"I'm just speculating. It doesn't necessarily mean it's the Cursed God." While saying this, I reached out to poke the skull's cranium. "It's clearly dead, yet the scalp and eyeballs are still here?"
"Stop!" A commanding voice rang out.
I quickly withdrew my hand and looked at Fatty, only to see him looking back at me with confusion. We both understood from each other's expressions that the voice did not come from either of us. Realizing this, I suddenly shouted, "Who?"
"Who dares to intrude upon my Cursed God’s lair?" The voice actually came from the mouth of the skull before us. At the same time, I noticed the skull's eyeballs beginning to flicker with a faint blue light. However, the entire space had a bluish hue, so the flickering wasn't very noticeable.
"Are you the Cursed God? Finally found you! Big brother, please forgive me; how about I take you for some Health Treatment?" Fatty wailed again.
"Dabao Sword?" The voice paused noticeably, seemingly filled with doubt. "You speak in riddles; it seems we are out of touch with the world and urgently need to catch up."
Catch up? What does that mean? Just as I was puzzled, the blue light in the skull's eyes intensified. At that moment, Fatty covered his head and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?"
The voice fell silent, and I quickly asked Fatty, "What's wrong?"
Fatty felt around his head and frowned. "Nothing's coming out; I just feel a sudden chill in my head, as if a cold towel has swept from left to right inside my brain."
"Hey, what are you doing?!" I didn't know what was happening and could only yell angrily at the skull.
"Alright, we're finally synchronized. Let's start over," the voice seemed to change; it lost its previous authority and gained a hint of lewdness.
"Start over? What do you mean?" I was even more confused.
"Now we can communicate without distance. I just copied the language system of this damn Fatty. Damn, this Fatty's mind is really a mess." The blue light in the skeleton's eyes gradually dimmed, flickered a few times, and then it spat, seemingly trying to sort out Fatty's language system.
Copying language? What is this all about? I was stunned for a moment before asking, "Who are you?"
"The Cursed God, aren't you looking for me?" the voice laughed, and without warning, the skeleton suddenly stood up.
"The Cursed God?" Both Fatty and I gasped.
"That's right." The Cursed God's eyes sparkled again: "I already know your purpose. Fatty has had bad luck recently, and you suspect I am behind it?"
"Isn't it you?" Fatty said, somewhat annoyed.
"Of course not." The Cursed God chuckled: "I moved to another space to live five hundred years ago."
"Then who are we talking to now?" I was somewhat dissatisfied; wasn't this just nonsense?
"I am merely a fragment of the Cursed God's consciousness left behind." The Cursed God's voice was filled with pride: "However, even as a fragment of consciousness, I exist at a height you can never reach. I can still look down on you. If you don't believe it, you can try."
Really? Without hesitation, I unleashed a Nine Divine Thunder at the Cursed God. If he's that powerful, let's see what happens.
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