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The distance between me and the strange old man is only the strength of my front and back legs.

The basalt stone door is clearly open, why can't I go in?

Is it because the strange old man did something inside after entering?

I was stunned.

Carefully, he stretched his hand toward the door.

Inside the opened stone door, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Just as my fingers touched the darkness, a huge force came again, making my arms tingle.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier.

After thinking for a moment, I felt that it was not the old man's fault, but the problem of the Bone Tower itself.

There are special requirements for entry.

But I couldn't imitate the strange old man's operation of lighting the white wax, so I had to find another way.

Walked around the Bone Tower.

The door is engraved with patterns of the four images, indicating that the method of opening the door is related to the four images.

The Xiangong Hall is related to Xuanwu, so enter through the Xuanwu Gate.

The remaining green dragon, white tiger, and red bird

etc.

White tiger!

The stars under the White Tiger flag on the astrolabe have all been lit up.

And I also have the summoning bell of the White Tiger.

Then can I open the White Tiger Gate?

His eyes lit up.

I quickly walked to Baihumen.

On the gray-white stone door, there are two white tigers, one on the left and one on the right, majestic.

Carefully approaching the door, I stretched my hand and placed it on the stone door.

A cold and rough feeling came.

It's just that it definitely won't open. Do you need to say something?

"Open sesame?"

Of course I know this won't work.

Take out the copper bell.

"Show up, prosperous!"

The crisp sound of copper bells seems to be carried far away by the mountain wind.

A few seconds later.

"Meow--"

A loud meow sounded.

Two small figures, one black and one white, were like two mini beasts, flying from a distance.

"Huchihuchi——"

Wangcai was breathing heavily, his whole fat belly was shaking, and his expression was very dissatisfied.

As if to say, don't cue them at every turn.

"Of course I have a serious business calling you here!"

I rubbed its big plush head and pointed at the White Tiger Gate.

"You guys should be able to open this door, right? There's your portrait on it."

Wangcai meowed, puffed out his fat belly, walked slowly to the door, squatted down and looked up.

Wealthy and elegant in gait, neither hurried nor slow, with a pair of clear and translucent blue eyes.

The two of them looked at each other and purred a few words, but I didn't know what they were talking about.

After the exchange, Wangcai stretched out his claws, exposed his sharp nails, and scratched the flesh pads.

Blood seeped out.

Wangcai pressed his paw to the door on the left.

Then Fugui'er used the same method and pressed his bloody paw on the door on the right.

There are two small plum blossom blood handprints left on the gray-white stone door.

Rumble——

The stone door slowly opened.

"Meow!"

Wangcai glared at me complainingly, and then licked his wife's broken paws distressedly.

"I'll buy you some delicious tonic later."

After thanking them both, I looked inside the dark door and carefully stretched out my hand.

When his fingers touched the darkness, there was no rebound force.

Going deeper, my hands seemed to be submerged in the black water, making them invisible.

"Can."

I was about to enter the door when my hand was grabbed by a cold hand and pulled hard.

Haven't reacted yet.

I was already standing in a gray and white space.

It looks like the first floor of the Bone Tower.

There are four gates in four directions: southeast, northwest and northwest.

The difference is that there is no pattern of four images on the door.

The square walls are densely covered with human arms.

It's so lifelike that you can't tell whether it's a sculpture or a real hand.

Each arm seemed to be struggling for help, filled with pain.

Could one of the hands be the one that dragged me in?

I got goosebumps.

Being in such an environment, my whole body felt instinctively uncomfortable.

I looked around and saw that I was alone in this empty but depressing space.

Didn't Wangcai and Fuguier come in together?

I picked up the copper bell and shook it.

Anyway, you are already here, so just stay and be my helper.

Jingle Bell.

Jingle Bell.

The clear ringing echoed in the tower.

A few seconds later.

Only then did Wangcai's meows sound, as if they were very close, but I couldn't see their shadows.

"Wangcai, rich man, where are you?"

"Meow--"

"Meow--"

We can hear each other's voices, but we can't see each other's presence.

This is probably one of the weird things about the Bone Tower.

I frowned.

Looking around.

The entire first floor is empty. Perhaps you have to open one of the stone doors to see the stairs.

There are no patterns on the stone doors, and I can no longer tell which door I entered through.

I couldn't tell the north, south, east, or west here, so I randomly selected a door first.

The gray-white stone door looks extremely heavy. The door is mottled and dusty, showing its age.

After looking at it for a few times, I stretched out my hand towards the stone door.

"Meow-"

Wangcai's sharp scream suddenly sounded.

I was taken aback and quickly took my hand back.

"Wangcai, can't you open this door?"

"Meow!"

This time the cry was a little calmer.

I carved an X on the ground under the door with a knife as a mark.

Then, in a clockwise direction, go to the door on the right.

"Wangcai, is this door okay?"

I stretched out my hand towards the ancient stone door.

"Meow-"

A fierce cat meows.

The answer is no.

So, I left my mark and continued to the next door.

"Meow-"

The answer is also no.

Then, there is only one last door left.

Standing in front of the last door, I felt very grateful that I had taken Wangcai in.

Who would have thought that a stray cat in an urban village could actually be the incarnation of the legendary white tiger?

Reaching for the last door.

"Meow!!!"

Wangcai's cry was particularly sharp and sharp, sounding very anxious.

"Can't you open the last door?"

I was stunned.

"If you can't open the door, how do you find the stairs? How do you get to the top of the Bone Tower and get the withered heart?"

I looked up at the top of my head.

There were so many pale arms that one look at them would make you feel numb all over. There was no door.

There are four doors in total, but none of them can be opened.

Is this deliberately trying to trap me in this space?

Is it a dead end behind the White Tiger Gate?

No way!

If it's a dead end, is the existence of this door necessary?

There is no need for wealth and wealth. Use your own blood to open the door for me!

I rubbed my temples and quickly calmed down.

There must be something else I haven't thought of.

My eyes swept back and forth inside the tower, and I thought hard.

In this terrifying space, apart from the door, there were only those twisted pale arms.

I was dragged in by a hand before.

Is it necessary to find that hand?

Looking at the densely packed white hands, I felt like my whole body was resisting.

Each hand looks the same, clawing at the air, like a drowning man's last cry for help.

It smelled of despair and pain.

Which one am I looking for?