Like the Pyramids, ancient Chinese people also created too many unbelievable buildings, including this huge mountain in front of us which Zha Wenbin called "altar". I can only describe it as a "mountain" to describe what he said was an altar. If thats true, then it would probably be the largest altar in the world.

  This altar is located in the depths of a dense jungle, and its impossible to identify with the naked eye. With the cover of moss and tree vines, if it were really left by ancient people for thousands of years without being discovered, it would be understandable. The stones are covered with upside-down tree vines, presumably thousands of years ago this top was already lush and attached a thick layer of soil.

  "Do you really want to go up? I think its not worth it." I was worried, this is a slope of more than 90 degrees, a typical inverted trapezoid, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top. If it were just a few meters high, it would be okay, falling down would only hurt my bones, but this is tens of meters high, who knows which vines are dry and which are newly grown? And these past few days have not been peaceful, if I lose my life here, that would be a big deal.

  If Cha Wenbin could listen to me, then he wouldnt be Cha Wenbin.

  "Let me go, you wait here, Ill try."

  Fatso grabbed a rattan stick with one hand and said: "Cha Ye, Ill accompany you!"

  "Dont all of you go, just stay here and wait, your body is heavy, its even more dangerous."

  Shi Gan returned to the side with a disgruntled expression and whispered: "Fatso is indeed unwelcome wherever he goes!"

  When Zhang Wenbin climbed up, he used his hands and feet alternately, constantly switching between the rattan bars, each time taking some time to determine whether the next rattan bar was solid. Not to mention that he was climbing, we were watching and felt nervous, the stone surface was smooth and covered with moss everywhere. At that time, everyone wore liberation shoes on their feet, the soles of which were originally slippery, this time it can be said that one foot was a slip.

  This guy is formidable because once hes determined to do something, he wont change his mind, no matter what obstacles are in front of him. An hour later, he actually managed to climb up by sliding all the way, and when he reached the top, he waved at us, but then we lost sight of him due to the angle.

  Cha Wenbin climbed to the top and found that this was a different kind of paradise. The area up here is as big as a football field, although there are plants on the cliff top, but the steps leading to the high place in the middle are still very obvious, with seven or eight thick pillars surrounded by several people.

  Some of these pillars have fallen and broken into several pieces, while others are still standing upright. The middle of the pillar is a platform about 7 or 8 meters high. Zha Wenbin counted that there were forty-nine steps in total, and looking up along these steps was a building similar to a beacon tower. The magic of these things lies in their being an integral whole, that is to say, someone took this mountain as the raw material for carving, and then used the techniques of intaglio and relief to build these buildings separately.

  At that time, information was still underdeveloped. In Cha Wenbins eyes, this place was just a bit more dilapidated, desolate and gloomy.

  Day after day without seeing the light, its normal to be haunted. In this old forest, the abandoned buildings are naturally connected to that thing. Zhang Wenbin slowly closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing to a calm rhythm, and slowly relaxed, trying to blend into this unfamiliar environment.

  Everyone has a sixth sense, either strong or weak. Zhang Wenbin belongs to the naturally strong category. Without divination, he only needs to feel it out. I had experienced his ability to predict things when I was still very young. He carefully distinguished the aura here, the wind direction, and that inexplicable flow of unease in the air.

  Suddenly, his left eyebrow twitched and the corner of his eye slightly rose. The moment he opened his eyes, it seemed like something flashed by. He knew that now, not far from himself, a pair of eyes was staring at him, with an intense aura, as if there was a magical power guiding him, which was completely different from the eerie aura emitted by that woman.

  Stairs! His heart made his eyes stare there, but another voice in his mind kept reminding him: Dont go, Cha Wenbin dont go!

  Humans have a natural curiosity when facing the unknown, which is voyeuristic desire. Cha Wenbin is human, not a god, just an ordinary teenager. The rationality that appears before us may seem mature, but faced with such temptation, he will still choose to push open that door.

  Take the first step and there will be a second step. One wrong step leads to another, one misstep can lead to total failure!

  Walking slowly up the steps, time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the next moment it was as if a reversal had occurred. Everything around was moving backwards, the broken pillars began to reassemble, and the fallen stones were rearranged to their original positions. The altar covered with vines and wild grass looked like it was built yesterday, telling of the grand ceremony that was about to take place.

  The faint singing voice was chanting about that distant and unknown era, Cha Wenbins residual light could see people appearing around him, those wearing black robes, barefoot, with their hands raised above their heads. On the altar, a woman lay on a long stone bench, dressed in white, her face covered with a hazy veil, her slender figure appeared exquisite in this singing voice.

  The woman slowly got up from the chair, she stretched out her hand towards Zha Wenbin and gently hooked her fingers, his ear was filled with: "Come on, come on", the voice was so soft that it made people feel like their bones were going to melt.

  At this time we were also very anxious below, especially me, I always felt that letting him go alone was wrong, because it had been two hours since he went up and hadnt appeared.

  I dont know why, but from the moment I left home this morning, Ive been feeling uneasy in my heart. During this waiting time, I kept pacing back and forth on the spot.

  "Fatty, I dont care anymore, I think I have to go up!"

  "Hey?" Fatso looked at me in surprise and said, "Xiao Yi, if youre really worried, Ill do it instead. With your physique, Im afraid youll climb halfway up and then fall off due to exhaustion."

  "Youre even more hopeless, Wen Bin was right, I dont know if this vine can hold your weight, let me do it instead, I used to climb trees all the time when I was a kid." I took off my shoes and tied the shoelaces together, then hung them around my neck, going barefoot might be better for climbing.

  Yuan Xiaobai saw that I insisted on going and could only say: "Then be careful."

  My climbing skills are actually the best among the three of us, and this place is much higher than I imagined. I didnt dare to look down, so I just kept my head down and climbed up. It was like that, and I reached the top in less than 20 minutes. After reaching the top, I shouted Zhang Wenbins name, although we had been shouting before, but there was no response at all. The situation here can be seen at a glance, Zhang Wenbin cant fly, he must still be up there.

  Those stairs also attracted me and made me have an unconscious urge to walk up, so I walked up too.

  But it was just some dilapidated ruins, I went up and strolled around for a circle without finding anything. However, at the top of those stairs, there was a wide stone chair that looked quite like an ancient emperors dragon throne. I planned to sit down and rest for a while, subconsciously stretching out my hand to brush off the dust. Just as my hand was about to touch the chair, I suddenly startled.

  Somethings off!

  A glance around reveals a scene of desolation everywhere, the fallen needles of the larch trees in the northeast forest are like a thick carpet, and the rocks here are covered with ivy and moss, the dense weeds can reach knee-high.

  This chair alone was spotless, as if it had just been carved out and placed here a moment ago!

  And another reason why my hand withdrew was that the back of this "stone chair" was carved with neither a dragon nor a phoenix, but actually a fox! A fox with a long and huge tail, which spread out evenly like a peacocks open screen, strand by strand. I counted them, exactly nine strands, and the foxs eyes were red, slightly smaller than fingernails, not inlaid, but natural.

  Put it somewhere else, and this might not be unusual. However, this "mountain", the entire mountain from head to toe is all black, without a hint of any other color. But that fox on the chair is pure white, plus those eyes, if you say that this pattern is just a masterpiece of natures craftsmanship, its too exquisite.

  That "chair" was long and narrow, about two meters long and half a meter wide, with armrests carved on both sides. I lightly touched it with my hand, and a cool breeze passed through my fingers, and upon closer inspection, there wasnt even a speck of dust left on my fingertips.

  If I were a few years younger when I encountered this kind of place, I would definitely think its quite fun. But now, after experiencing some "special" things, my first reaction in my mind is: escape!

  And the faster you escape, the better!