As soon as Wei Zi entered the White Tower, the door behind him closed automatically.
Darkness instantly enveloped him, and he couldn't help but shiver in fear. It was as if he had fallen into an endless black hole.
Instinctively, he rushed to the door, trying to push open the small door and escape.
However, the door was like a solid wall. It was solid and smooth. There was no door handle. He only knocked against it a few times before giving up. Because he understood that the door had been closed forever for him. He had no way out!
He could only brace himself and grope his way forward with his eyes wide open in fear. Gradually, he got used to the darkness and gradually saw the " scenery " in the tower.
Ah! He couldn't help but cry out in his heart. This was really something. He had thought that the tower was empty, with only a ladder to climb up, but things were far beyond his expectations.
In the dim light, he did not see the ladder up. He only saw piles of sand that were raised like tombs everywhere.
Thinking of the grave, he couldn't help but feel terrified. He didn't want to think of the worst, so he comforted himself in his heart. These piles were all sand. Perhaps someone was preparing to build mud bricks.
Looking ahead, it was dark and deep, as if one could not see the end. This had already greatly exceeded the space of the " tower " in Wei Zi's impression.
In the darkness he followed the rope like a blind man-groping his way, past piles of dirt, trying to get to the edge or corner where he could sit and rest.
Who knew that he could not reach the edge of the mound after he went around it, as if the tower had no walls.
Thinking of this, he was puzzled. That was not right. Before entering, the white tower looked to be about seven stories high from the outside, but it was not as majestic as the palace. However, after entering, it felt completely different. The deep space seemed endless.
Wei Zi felt like he had fallen into the clouds and fog. What was going on? The golden-eyed man told him to enter the pavilion to rest. Was he not referring to this pavilion? Did he go to the wrong place?
However, he did follow the direction and path that the man had pointed out and did as he was told. He climbed a mountain and searched for a long time. All he saw was this white tower. The horizontal plaque on the door of the tower had the words " Kun Pavilion " written on it. Coincidentally, there was a door in front of him, and he pushed it open so easily!
After thinking about it carefully, he was sure that he did not go the wrong way. He just could not find the north for the time being!
He noticed that there seemed to be a faint light in front of him, so he walked over. The ground under his feet became more and more uneven, and he accidentally stepped into a deep pit. He staggered and fell to the ground.
He gritted his teeth and got up. He could vaguely see that in addition to the rows of mounds, there were also ravines everywhere.
Caw! He cursed in anger. What kind of place was this! If he couldn't move forward, then should he go left or right?
Just as he was hesitating, he vaguely heard a rustling sound. This sound seemed to come from a distant place and was getting louder and louder.
His brain went into a state of stagnation, and his body stood stiffly on the spot, not moving at all, not knowing what was going to happen. It was not until the strange sound rumbled above his head that he instinctively raised his head and looked up.
Ah! A pile of soil fell from the sky and landed on his body.
Only then did he wake up and jump away, avoiding the more violent "baptism" of the sand that followed. The sand that fell on the ground quickly piled up into a large mound.
Pei, pei, pei. He spat out the sand that he had poured into his mouth and patted the soil off his body.
It turned out that all the mounds here had fallen from above. He began to pay attention to the movement above his head. A faint light shone down from above. Could it be that the exit was above him? But what was the situation above? Why was there so much soil falling?
Unfortunately, he couldn't find a ladder to climb up. There were only mounds of dirt here, and he couldn't even see a flat open space! Sigh, he really wanted to have a good sleep. He was really exhausted!
However, he did not dare to relax at all. He was afraid that if he fell asleep here, he would be " attacked " by the soil again. Then, he might be buried in the soil. Even if he did not die, he would eat a mouthful of soil.
Master Wei was like a trapped beast, stuck here!
He couldn't understand it no matter how much he thought about it. It didn't make sense. He had saved the golden-eyed man. Why would the golden-eyed man point him in the wrong direction? How could he be forced into such a dangerous situation?
Impossible! He would definitely find a way out! He kept encouraging himself and pulling himself together.
In just a short while, he heard a faint rustling sound. This time, he knew what was going on. He immediately tensed up and entered the first level of " combat readiness."
Although he was lucky enough to avoid another " attack," his nerves were about to collapse. If this continued, he would definitely die!
He raised his head and looked up. Only by climbing up could he survive.
But the problem was, how? There was no ladder, no climbing rope, not even a wall to climb on! He was trapped!
Before he could catch his breath, a series of rolling sounds that made his heart skip a beat sounded again. He immediately entered the " battle ready " state.
It was as if he had been waiting for a long time before he saw a stone rolling down from above and landing on a mound not far from him.
It was strange. He thought that it was a pile of soil, but a stone fell.
He curiously approached and picked up the stone from the mound. It was heavy, and the strangest thing was that there was a note attached to the stone, tied to it with a hemp rope.
His eyes lit up, like a drowning man grabbing onto a life-saving straw. His hands trembled, and it took him a long time to untie the rope on the stone. He took the note down and held it under his nose. With the faint light from above, he could vaguely see a few lines of words on it:
" The exits here are all upwards. Each level is the Kun Pavilion, Moon Pavilion, Qian Pavilion, and Sun Pavilion. The scenery and pressure on each level are different. The higher you go, the more magnificent the scenery is, and the greater the pressure is. Only the mudmen who are under all the pressure and enter the Sun Pavilion can transform into stone men.
Remember, fish get water and forget each other in the water, birds fly with the wind and do not know the wind. Heaven helps those who help themselves."
He struggled to read the words on the note, and his heart was filled with joy. Now he was saved. He would not die here! He believed that this note was most likely given to him by the golden-eyed man. He secretly reached out to him and pointed out a way out.
It was clear that the only way out was above him-but how?
He read the last paragraph over and over again:
"Fish forget each other when they get water, birds fly with the wind without knowing the wind. Heaven helps those who help themselves."
Fortunately, he studied hard and didn't have the worry of 'when the book is useful, it's not enough.' He quickly deduced the meaning of that paragraph:
"Fish swim in the water, but they don't know that they are in the water. Birds fly in the wind, but they don't know that the wind helps them fly. That is to say, as a mud man, he is surrounded by piles of mud.”
"The heavens help those who help themselves!" From the looks of it, he could only rely on his arm as a pillow!
He folded the note carefully and put it in his bag.
Facing the piles of mud, he thought of the mud bricks in the brick yard again. He was very skilled in making 30 mud bricks every day.
He knew what he had to do. He had to make the piles of mud into rough mud bricks, then stack them up layer by layer to build a ladder up.
Thinking of this, he immediately started without delay. He found a medium-sized pit to make a brick mold. Then, he took off his clothes and placed them in the pit. Then, he poured the soil into the pit mold and used the stone to knock the mud solid. After knocking it solid, he gently pulled his clothes and took out the mud brick.
Just like that, he made mud bricks one after another. Although they had not been dried or roasted, they were still several times stronger than loose mounds.
He piled up the rough bricks one by one and laid them flat. Gradually, a ladder made of mud bricks appeared in front of him.
His strong desire to live made him forget everything-tiredness, hunger, thirst, and fear.
He only stopped when the ladder reached the top and approached a platform. He picked up the dusty clothes from the pit, shook off the dust on them, and put them on again.
Following the mud brick ladder, he finally climbed up a narrow stone platform.
Standing on the stone platform, he vaguely saw a spiral staircase appear in front of him.
He really couldn't see what material the ladder was made of, so he carefully stepped on it. He felt that his feet were soft and a little shaky. He could vaguely hear groans, like the painful groans of a person.
Illusion! Wei Zi believed that it was an illusion caused by his exhaustion and nervousness. Ever since he entered the tower, everything seemed to be a dream. It was both illusory and real. Fear was everywhere, tormenting every nerve of his. He could not shake it off even if he wanted to.
He stood on his tiptoes and lifted the ladder gently, afraid that the ladder under his feet would collapse. Step by step, he carefully walked up.
Following the spiral staircase, Wei Zi came to a dark corridor. There was no one in the corridor, only the chirping of birds could be heard. The melodious chirping of birds calmed Wei Zi's uneasy heart a lot. Only in a beautiful and harmonious environment could birds sing such beautiful songs!
He looked around. Other than this corridor, there was only lush grass. The corridor was like a winding python, standing on the lush grass, appearing abrupt and lonely.
There were no carved beams and painted buildings in the corridor, only stone pillars made of bluestone. They were rough and simple, as thick as a circle. One could see such a pillar every ten meters.
Wei Zi walked along the winding corridor until a beam of light spread across his face and he heard a clamor of footsteps and voices.
He was shocked and worried that he would encounter robbers. He stopped in his tracks, held his breath, and listened carefully.
"The scenery here is simply too wonderful!”
"I feel like I'm dreaming!" It was a familiar, crisp female voice.
Huizi? Was it really her? Why was she here? Wei Zi heard Hui Zi's voice and excitedly quickened his pace, walking towards the light.
After passing through the winding corridor, Wei Zi could not believe his eyes. He was already in a place that looked like a factory, surrounded by layers of iron boxes.
There were more than a hundred people lined up neatly. A chubby man stood in front of the line and was talking to them.
"…You're not here to enjoy the scenery, but to complete a difficult task, which is to manage the Dust Men of the Far Valley Kingdom.”
The man standing at the head of the line raised his hand and asked. Wei Zi recognized him at a glance.
"Boss, I don't quite understand-how are we going to manage all these Dust People?”
" Wait, let me correct you first. I'm not your boss. Your boss hasn't arrived yet…"
Halfway through his sentence, the man stopped talking when he saw Wei Zizheng walking towards him. He turned his head, narrowed his eyes, and sized Wei Zizheng up for a while before asking,
"Are you called Wei Zi?"
Wei Zi nodded.
"Please extend your arms!"
Wei Zi didn't know what he was going to do. He mechanically stretched out his arms and saw a purple-red scar on his left arm.
"Oh, it's you! You're already late!"
"Yes, I…on the way, I almost fell into a deep valley…Then…I walked into the tower and couldn't find the ladder…"
"Alright, no need to explain. We were really lucky to be able to reach here. One had to know that in this universe, obtaining any kind of life was a miracle. Compared to the countless dust people, we are twice as lucky. "Now, not only can you continue to survive, but you can also control the fate of countless Dust People. You can also use various methods to make your lives better!”
He raised his voice by two degrees and continued,
"Now, I officially announce that Wei Zi will be your leader!”
"What?" Wei Zi found it unbelievable and thought that he had misheard.
"Did I not make myself clear enough? From now on, the 165 people standing in front of you are all your subordinates!”
"Ah?" Wei Zi opened his mouth wide in disbelief.
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