Dragon Race: Dragon of Eternal Time

Chapter 57
Old Tang bowed his body and trudged through a pitch-black corridor. It was pitch black, and the only light was the faint light from the screen of his mobile phone.

The corridors here are criss-crossed, like a maze, and the humming of the exhaust fan can be heard from time to time, like ghosts whistling past the ears.

"Why... I have an ominous premonition." Old Tang's sixth sense told him that the situation was very bad.

As soon as he entered this corridor, the idea that he could not continue forward appeared in his mind.And it was very strong, as if there were eighteen layers of hell ahead.

He prides himself on being an expert in this field, and has participated in various supernatural operations, such as ancient desert tombs, shipwrecks in the ice sea, etc., which are more supernatural than this college, but he has never felt this uneasy feeling before.

But today's luck is also very good. He has overcome all kinds of difficulties and met old acquaintances. There are always some coincidences. It stands to reason that the goddess of luck should still be on his side...

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..."

The phone in his hand suddenly vibrated violently.

"Fuck!" Old Tang was shocked.

The heartbeat seems to have missed a beat. You must know that this place is tens of meters underground. He has checked it before, and there is not even a signal on the phone.

He glanced at the phone screen and saw that there was no caller ID at all, just a recording that popped up.

He took a deep breath and turned on the recording.

"The time is almost up, I think you are very close to the goal, and all of this is within our plan. Of course, if you are unfortunately killed, please press the off button, and the following content will be meaningless to you. "

There was a lazy voice in the recording, it was the woman who gave him instructions on what to do.

"How can you still turn off the phone when you're dead?" Old Tang muttered.

"I was just joking just now, to help you relieve your nervousness." The woman said in a flat tone that made people want to overturn the table.

"This dead woman!" Old Tang cursed in a low voice with some displeasure.

"Please dial the number of your current location according to the map, and press the '#' key to end." The woman said again.

"Please! Are you the customer service number of AT&T?" Old Tang couldn't help complaining.

A complete map of Kassel College popped up on the screen like a complicated spider web.

This map is infinitely more detailed than the map old Tang found in the library. The underground passages of Kassel College, and even the number of sewers and ventilation pipes are completely marked on the map.

These complex lines stretch out from the middle.The name of this layer is marked on the corner: "Three Goddesses."

"This is... the three goddesses of fate?" Old Tang thought.

He knew that there were three goddess sisters in Norse mythology, who were in charge of the past, present and future respectively.

The eldest sister Uld spins the lifeline, the second sister Beludandi pulls the lifeline, and the third sister Shikodi cuts the lifeline.This is the fate of all things in the world and cannot be defied.

The threads on the map obviously corresponded to the corridors, and Old Tang walked on these threads of fate.

"Let me see...my location is... route 13." Old Tang honestly pressed "13#".

"Congratulations, you have arrived at the designated location as planned, and now I will unveil the veil of the Three Goddesses for you."

A glowing white line appeared on Route 13 on the map, and it kept winding forward, pointing out the shortest route to the "Ice Cellar" for Old Tang.

Other redundant routes are automatically dimmed, making it easy for people to ignore them.

And the glowing white line points to the area called "Shikodi", she is in charge of the future.

"Wait, am I leading to...the future?" Old Tang felt a little terrified, "Shikodi, who is in charge of the future, will cut the lifeline, which means... I will die?"

While Old Tang was talking to himself, the lazy female voice sounded again: "To reach 'Shikodi', that is, to reach the ultimate secret. Your mission commission for this time will be increased to 1000 million US dollars, which is the original amount." 2 times."

Hearing this old Tang's spirit lifted, this is 1000 million US dollars!For him, it was a huge sum of money that he couldn't imagine. As long as he finished this ticket, he could play games every day for a walk and enjoy his retirement life comfortably.

"I'm superstitious about something! Isn't it just for money that I'm in this business? There can't be any supernatural events in this world! Didn't they all come here before?" Old Tang clenched his fists, cheering himself up, " The wages of avarice is death!"

"Bah! Crow's mouth! I won't die!" Old Tang gave himself a big mouthful.

"The relative humidity is close to 100%? If yes, please press '1#', if not, please press '2#'."

Having said that, Old Tang felt sticky all over, the steel gun body of the shotgun was covered with a fine layer of water droplets, and the glass screen of the mobile phone was also covered with a thin layer of mist.It can be seen that the humidity here is really high.

Old Tang pressed "1#".

"Extremely high residual magnetic field? Yes, please press '1#', not please press '2#'."

After thinking for a while, Old Tang rolled up his sleeves.The cheap mechanical watch on his wrist stopped, the hour hand stopped at between 9 and 10, and the minute hand stopped at 6, which was 9:30, which was the time when he entered this passage.

Old Tang has heard that a strong magnetic field can make the time of a mechanical watch confused. Stopping beating should be considered a kind of disorder. Maybe the magnetic field here is so strong that the mechanical watch stops beating.

Old Tang pressed "1#".

"Is there a smell of rusty metal in the air? If yes please press '1#', if not please press '2#'."

Old Tang twitched his nose and sniffed. A choking rusty smell rushed into his nostrils along with the moist air. He quickly held his breath and pressed "1#".

"Very good! After analysis, you are very close to the target!" The woman said, "Go ahead, look for the target, observe and record. Remember, you must see the target with your own eyes, and you must look directly at the target with your naked eyes! You don't have to take the target Bring it out, and your report is worth $1000 million. You will receive final instructions when you see the target."

"It's too simple!" Old Tang happily waved his fist.The observation record report alone is worth 1000 million, and this task is too worthwhile.The gloom in his heart was completely dispelled by 1000 million US dollars in an instant.

"Good luck, number 13." The woman said leisurely.

As the woman finished the last sentence, the recording came to an end.

Old Tang put his phone back into his trousers pocket and headed towards the route indicated to him.The closer he got to the target area, the more humid the air was, and water droplets even condensed on the top of the channel, dripping down with a "slap", and soon his shoes were soaked by the stagnant water.

Now he's no longer a graceful bat, but a sewer rat.

"Good luck, number 13." He suddenly remembered the woman's last words.

It's so strange, the woman clearly said the code name "No. 13", that is to say, this sentence was for him to listen to. Originally, Old Tang thought that this recording reminder was for everyone in the team to prepare for it. It's over.

(End of this chapter)