Chapter 39 Blood of Time

This back door of the manor has always been here, but all the manor servants turned a blind eye to it.

The manor encyclopedia sternly states that unless you want to collect blood to upgrade the manor, do not open this door easily, so Zhuang Buyuan has been suppressing his curiosity.

Because it was his first time to collect the blood of time, Zhuang Buyuan didn’t know the process, and he didn’t see any instructions on the manor encyclopedia, so he decided to be more prepared. He dragged a small trailer with various containers on it. Two large buckets, two pure water buckets, as well as thermos kettles, thermos cups, and even smaller straws, beakers, containers and bottles...

Anyway, Zhuang Buyuan has prepared all the containers he can think of. Who knows what special properties this "blood of time" has, so he can be prepared.

Pushing open the back door, Zhuang saw a silver mirror behind the door not far away.

The mirror reflected the manor behind Zhuang Buyuan. The entire manor seemed to be in a whirlpool, constantly twisting and rotating, with electric light flashing from time to time.

At that moment, Zhuang Buyuan thought he had opened the "Dark Door" in the game, but it was just a mini version.

What's behind the door?

Zhuang Buyuan carefully explored the inside with something, and got in easily. It seemed that nothing happened. Zhuang Buyuan took a breath, then took another breath, closed his eyes, and rushed in.

As if passing through a thin layer of mist, Zhuang Buyuan felt that the temperature around him had dropped a little. He opened his eyes and was unable to speak for a long time.

The owners of the manor claim that they have "tamed time" and call something unknown "the blood of time".

At that time, Zhuang Buyuan was still laughing at the uneducated owners of the manor. Time is not a beast. How can it be tamed? There is blood?

But at this moment, he was completely shocked by what he saw.

This is an endless and vast space. On one side of the vision is the sky full of stars, and the gorgeous galaxies have existed forever in the far distance of the vision, but on the other side, there is endless darkness.

It seems that this is the end of the universe, the other end of time and space, or someone has split the universe in half with a knife.

In this gap from existence to nothing, there is a scar that stretches across the world. The scar is spindle-shaped, slightly raised, silver light flowing, and occasionally twitching and struggling. It looks like a scar on a certain creature. muscles, such as biceps.

The skin was just stripped off, bloody, and naked.

It seems that the entire universe is a layer of skin, and time is the flesh and blood after peeling off the skin.

Is time really a beast, or is there really a god who controls time in the world?

This is unscientific!

Zhuang Buyuan finally felt the feeling of others' worldview being defeated.

Countless chains were connected to the huge muscle from all directions, pulling it tightly and making its struggle futile.

At the end of each chain, there is a stone door. Some of these stone doors are as tall as palace gates, some are as towering as Mount Tai, and some, with no end visible at a glance, seem to be as huge as this space!

On the stone gate, there are various totem reliefs carved, which are extremely gorgeous. It seems that every owner of the stone gate tries his best to show off his appearance.

Zhuang Buyuan turned around and looked behind him. It was also a stone gate, about the same size as the back door, more than one meter wide and two meters high. It was made of rectangular stone bars and was super simple.

Zhuang soon understood that behind every stone gate was a once glorious manor.

However, all the stone gates have dimmed, and there is no longer any silvery brilliance. Some of the stone gates have even decayed and collapsed. This is what time has passed.

Zhuang Buyuan could only imagine what a grand scene it would be when the thousands of stone gates here lit up.

On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain.

In the once glorious era of manor owners, only the small urban youth Zhuang Buyuan was left to pay homage silently.

Zhuang Buyuan stood for a while to calm down his emotions, and then he remembered that he was here to get blood.

How to get the blood of time?

Zhuang Buyuan glanced around and saw the nearest stone gate.

The stone gate was only about two or three meters away from the stone gate not far from the village. On the platform in front of the stone gate, there was a withered skeleton.

It has six legs and four heads. It seems to have scales on its body, and it is also covered with a layer of something similar to "vine armor". The word "blood servant" is written on the vine armor.

But by this time its body had been broken into two halves.

Beside him, there were a bunch of crushed small bottles. The small bottles were as big as a perfume bottle and the small ones were only as big as a thermometer. The liquid inside was long gone, but Zhuang Buyuan saw the word "one" written on it. , "Shi" and other seal characters.

"Damn it, I can't reach it..." Zhuang Buyuan wanted to try to see if he could reach some small bottles, maybe there might be some intact ones inside, but the distance was too far, and Zhuang Buyuan didn't dare to jump over.

Do you want to go back and get some tools to build a ladder?

Just as Zhuang Buyuan was about to leave, he heard a sigh.

"Alas..." The voice was old and low, like a whisper before death.

"Who?" Zhuang Buyuan was startled.

"The latecomers..." The voice was distant and erratic, "I am the leader, Zhuan Zhuan, leaving these last words. You have been here, I don't know how many years have passed. The Industrial Party is raging fiercely, I will seal the stone gate and fight to the death with it. The muscle of time , is the foundation of my manor owner. This place will never be destroyed and its glory will last forever. The era of the manor owner will eventually come again!"

Here comes another ghost. This place has been abandoned for so many years and no one comes here anymore.

No, someone should have been here, otherwise who was the blood servant hacked to death?

But in the end, it still survived here.

It's useless for you to give so many impassioned speeches. I want to know how to get the blood of time!

As if she knew what he was thinking, Zhuan Zhuan continued: "The muscle of time is already in your bag. The master of the final manor can take it for himself."

Get it yourself? Zhuang Buyuan looked up.

In front of his stone door, there is also a chain that leads directly to the Muscle of Time in the distance. The chain is very wide and can accommodate two cars running parallel. However, at a glance, it seems that you don’t know how long the chain is and how long it will take to reach it!

Zhuang Buyuan walked up doubtfully. After taking two steps, a silver light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Zhuang Buyuan looked back and saw that the chain was long and endless, and the Shimen he came from had long since disappeared into an unknown place.

The chains are tightly wrapped around the muscle of time and are not connected to other chains.

Zhuang Buyuan looked at the "muscle of time" in front of him, stretched out his hand, and touched it carefully.

It has no temperature and feels extremely elastic, a bit like the outer skin of a tomato.

Really, it turned out to be true!

Zhuang Buyuan found a utility knife from the small trailer, patted the muscle of time gently, and murmured: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it'll be fine in just one moment, don't cry, don't cry!"

Then he stretched out his hand and poked it lightly without breaking it.

Zhuang Buyuan was cruel and poked hard.

With a "pop", silver liquid spurted out, spraying all over Zhuang Buyuan's body and face.

"Ah, my handsome face!" Zhuang Buyuan covered his face and screamed.