Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 285 Ancient Altar

Rhubarb in the carriage let out a low whine.

Yang Gao drew out his long knife and said nervously, "Could it be that we met wolves again? Master, come up quickly!"

Fang Yao didn't delay much, jumped onto the other side of the carriage board, and took out the harpoon placed under the board.

"Master, you go in first."

"Shh, don't make any noise yet."

Fang Yao's face was solemn, and both ears were pricked, listening carefully to the sudden howl of wolves.

The wolf's voice was deep and long, with high and low tones.

Suddenly, she fixed her gaze, pointed the harpoon forward, and said, "It's not a pack of wolves, let's chase after them and have a look."

Yang Gao looked in her direction, only to realize that in just half a cup of tea time, the Second Young Master and the others had disappeared!

At the bottom of the dark valley, there was only an indistinct rut left, which disappeared into the dark night.

Is it possible that there is a way to reach the sky?
Yang Gao kept muttering in his heart, but since Fang Yao said he wanted to go and have a look, he didn't say much, he took the carriage and walked forward cautiously along the ruts in front of him.

After walking for a while, the horses pulling the cart were neighing with exhaustion, and Yang Gao suddenly realized: "I can't tell, it's still an uphill road."

He instantly understood why the Second Young Master and the others had disappeared.

The wind and snow slowly picked up again, Yang Gao put on his hat, jumped out of the carriage, held the reins, and walked up step by step following the footprints of his predecessors.

Fang Yao held the harpoon and squatted outside. She could see very clearly that the ruts in front of her disappeared before the phantom of "God Sacrifice".

The carriage finally came to the top of the long slope.

"My mother..."

Staring at the scene in front of him, Yang Gao couldn't help widening his narrow eyes.

Under their feet was a huge but weird sinkhole.

The tiankeng is very round and huge, as if it was dropped from the sky.

But it is very short, although it is comparable to the three-foot-high city wall in Kyoto, converted to a sloping slope, it looks a little shallow.

In the middle of the tiankeng is a round altar, and this altar looks like the altar in the mirage phantom just now!

Fang Yao's heart moved, was that phantom actually a reappearance of the original scene...

"Master Fang, you are here too! Come quickly!"

Below, the carriage of the Duke's Mansion had already stopped beside the altar, and the second young master stood in front of the dark purple carriage, holding a lantern and waving wildly at her.

"Master, what's wrong with this place..."

Yang Gao was a little hesitant, obviously he was extremely resistant to the altar below which was very similar to the old forest in Zhaonan.

Fang Yao pursed her lips and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this place should be the legendary natural ancient altar of Tianqi Mountain."

"Ah? Why is this ancient altar exactly the same as that ghost place in Zhaonan!" Yang Gao's expression was a little disillusioned.

Fang Yao just glanced at the few people below again, and said, "I want to know more, why we came here."

Yang Gao's expression froze when he heard this.

Before they came, they knew that the Heavenly Altar and the Xinggong were only three miles apart, but they were in different directions under Tianqi Mountain.

If so, they are actually not far from the majority at this time!

Fang Yao waved her hand suddenly, "Go down and have a look, maybe someone will come looking for you after a while."

It is impossible for the defenders stationed at the altar not to know about the howling of wolves.

When she spoke, Yang Gao didn't say any more, and walked down carefully leading the horse.

The Heaven Worship Ceremony is approaching, and the snow in the tiankeng has been cleaned up. Except for a little snow blown in by the wind, dark brown sedimentary rocks are exposed in most places.

Large and small gravels are spread on the surface, and some places are very loose. When you step on it, your feet will suddenly slip and make a small clattering sound.

Yang Gao led the horse and walked cautiously, before they got down, the second young master below seemed impatient, and hurried up with his long robe.

"Master Fang, come and take a look, this is actually a thousand-year-old altar!"

He was both excited and annoyed, "It must have been the sacrifice of the gods just now, but it's a pity that I didn't make it to the Tongtian Road in time."

Fang Yao just looked down, the Yiping County Lord did not show up, he should still be in the dark purple carriage.

Uncle Wang and the others had boldly surrounded the altar, looking like they were looking for something.

After a while, she said: "You made the wolf howl, right?"

"Yes!"

Mentioning this, the second young master's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "This ancient altar is very magical, as long as you blow on the wolf-headed pillar beside the altar, there will be the sound of howling wolves!"

Yang Gao opened his mouth: "Master, tell me the truth, have you been here before?"

"..."

Fang Yao was speechless, of course she never came.

It's just that since I saw wolves in Qingfeng County, I have been very sensitive to the sounds of these animals.

The difference between the howling of wolves in the wolf head stone pillar and the howling of real wolves is quite obvious.

Especially when she was wearing a mask, she had a clearer sense of the position of the sound and the sound waves, and soon discovered that something was wrong.

In fact, Yang Gao was just saying something joking, the one who said it had no intention of it, but the one who listened meant it, the second young master's expression turned ugly, and he said with difficulty: "Master Fang, so you really came here before? Why didn't you tell me before?"

Fang Yao squinted at him and said casually, "No."

After finishing speaking, he jumped out of the carriage, held the harpoon, walked around the second young master and went down.

Yang Gao also quickly led the horse and followed behind.

The second young master stood there for a while, then hurried to catch up.

The three walked and watched.

The ancient altar is very large, a stone platform about ten feet high and ten feet square.

The overall stone platform is black, and the color difference from the exposed landform of the tiankeng is very obvious.

Regardless of the color or shape, this natural ancient altar does not look like the original thing in the tiankeng, but like an extra boulder out of thin air.

Fang Yao casually picked up a small red-brown stone on the ground, and murmured: "It's still a mine..."

The second young master next to him had been carefully observing Fang Yao's words and deeds, and hurriedly asked, "Hey, is that the kind of mountain that can smelt iron?"

Fang Yao was a little surprised, but soon realized that Daxiang's steel and iron smelting technology was considered mature, and it was not surprising that the young master in the Duke's mansion knew the meaning of the mine.

She nodded, and threw the stone back casually. Yang Gao, who was following behind, glanced at the pebble that was flying far away, and said with a click of his tongue: "Master, you are really strong enough, a stone is faster than you!" Throw it half a mile."

"what?"

Fang Yao, who felt that she was not exerting much force at all, looked back with some doubts.

There are countless stones of different sizes behind her, and the one she threw has long since disappeared.

Fang Yao didn't think too much about it, only when Yang Gao praised herself and quickly expressed her growing strength, she walked to the altar not far away.

As we got closer, the terrain around the altar gradually leveled off, and there was a layer of smooth and clean red stone slabs that were obviously built later.

The two carriages of the Duke's Mansion stopped right in front of her.

The mask still didn't respond, but her sensitive nose could already smell a faint foul smell of blood.

(End of this chapter)