Pet King

Chapter 1277: Fear of Heights

Chapter 1277: Fear of Heights

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After seeing Galaxy disappear, Zhang Zian looked back and saw that only he, Famous, Vladimir, and Snowy Lionet were left.

To his delight, besides him, Snowy Lionet also saw the ladder.

It always followed Fina wherever she went, but...this ladder was too steep! It blamed its own short legs. At the maximum height of ten stories, it would probably fall. Not to mention that the distance at the end was more than two meters. Even if the distance killed it, it would still be unable to jump across it. Sadly, it could only watch.

In addition, the sun was rising across the sky and was now south of the pyramid. It was already very hot. Now, Snowy Lionet felt that its hair was almost on fire.

No... It smelled a whiff of burnt air. It really was scorched!

A few strands of its white and straight hair were now blackened and distorted at the ends. Any further exposure, and it would certainly be cooked.

Afraid, he quickly jumped back into the car. He did not want Fina to come back to a charcoal-black cat.

Vladimir noticed Zhang Zian’s gaze and said, “I won’t go up anymore. I saw a lot of wild cats on the road. It may be more appropriate for me to stay outside.”

WIth that, he ran into the sand dunes and disappeared.

As for Famous, even if he wanted to enter, he could not, because he was too big. Since there were no other elfins that could go in, it was Zhang Zian’s turn.

Of course, he didn’t want to go into the air duct, as he did not think he could twist his bones to fit the hole. However, he had to go in. He needed to deliver something—the Holy Cat statue.

Sending the Holy Cat statue into a pyramid was because the ancient Egyptian gods could guard it so that it did not have the opportunity to resurrect again. This was one of his main goals in coming to Egypt.

He observed that the size of the air duct seemed to just accommodate the statue of the cat god and decided to give it a try. Besides, Peter Lee and his team were still working at their site and had not yet entered the pyramid.

The north side of the pyramid was currently in the shadows. It was not too hot, but by noon, it would also receive sunlight. At that time, no matter whether they had succeeded in entering, they must stop working.

He laid the ladder flat—it was very simple. He just pulled it up and let go. The ladder did not make much noise when it fell on the sand.

He stretched out the ladder before fixing it. It took a lot of effort to lay the ladder back on the pyramid walls. The collision between the iron of the ladder and the stone made some noise, but he made sure only to do so when Peter Lee and his team were chiseling away. This provided excellent coverage.

He took the Holy Cat statue out of the trunk and stuffed it into a big hiking backpack. Carrying the bag on his back, he bravely stepped on the ladder.

One step, two steps... His hands held onto the ladder tightly, and he was sweating profusely.

The ladder had a stable design. In addition, the ladder was leaning on a slope that was more than 50 degrees, a relatively safe angle for any sort of climbing. The ladder was of reasonable weight as well. Thus, it was unlikely that he would fall, unless he tripped and his weight shifted, or a truly unfortunate event happened.

However, theory and practice were two different things.

Zhang Zian constantly told himself not to look down, never to look down. He could take it at first, but after climbing a while, he felt as if he had been climbing for a long time and still had not seemed to reach the end. He’d obviously seen Old Time Tea, Fina, and Galaxy reach the end in record time...

So he looked up. Immediately, he felt faint. Why was he still so far from the top of the ladder?

He involuntarily looked toward his feet...”Oh my God!”

He started sweating profusely, though the sweat immediately evaporated due to the high heat.

The feeling was hard to describe. In the past, when watching Jackie Chan movies, he’d merely felt relatively thrilled by the actions he saw, such as rolling across a roof while lightning struck. Now, he was doing something similar, climbing up a slope with no safety rope, performing a scene that toyed with his own life.

The difference was that no one was going to be aware of his heroic feat.

The heavy statue of the cat god behind him was like a big hand with bad intentions. It kept slamming into his back and pulling his center of gravity backwards. He might fall back anytime.

He gritted his teeth and held the ladder tightly. He didn’t dare move.

Famous looked worried standing below, but he couldn’t help him. He was anxious, but all he could do was to run in circles and stare. He couldn’t even yell because he might be heard by Peter Lee, and that would be even more dangerous.

Zhang Zian, who could not go forward and could not get back to the ground, was now like a cuffed prisoner on a ladder. He looked very weak.

“This stupid stinky man.” Snowy Lionet poked its head out of the car’s window and snorted. “He didn’t look at the way up attentively. Everyone else jumped and did not climb up.”

Jump? Famous stood still for a while, recalling Fina’s movements. It suddenly seemed clear. He ran to the foot of the iron ladder, lifted a front paw, and tapped it lightly.

The sound was somewhat soft, but Zhang Zian felt the vibration and glanced down just slightly. He saw Famous retreating a few steps and running. He ran four or five meters up the outer wall of the pyramid, and then, using gravity, he slid down. He seemed to be telling Zhang Zian something.

Famous’s posture was a bit weird. His body was compressed, almost sticking to the wall, so he could not run up too high.

Zhang Zian gritted his teeth, bent his elbows, and let his body stick to the ladder. His eyes were now level with the ladder and level with the outer wall.

In his subconscious mind, he’d always thought that he was climbing “up.” However, as the outer wall had more than a 50-degree slope, he actually needed to climb “forward” rather than “up.”

He psyched himself up to climb forward.

Looking beyond the ladder and to the outer wall, he imagined himself to be an army recruit who was learning to move forward. Such a body position was more tiring, but with his body’s center of gravity closer to the wall, he was more stable.

The second half of his climb was much better than the first. At least, it felt that way to him.

He finally arrived at the entrance, and sticking his head in, he shouted: “Fina, Old Time Tea, Galaxy, annoying bird, are y’all there? I have to throw the Holy Cat statue in, so be careful not to be squashed by it!”

The sound stayed in the duct and did not escape.

After shouting, he listened carefully for any reply. He then repeated it several times, but there was still no response. Perhaps they had left the tomb.

He carefully removed the backpack from his back, opened the zipper, and stuffed the bag down the hole. The cat god statue slid smoothly out of the bag and into the pyramid.

He prayed that the sound created from the statue rubbing the wall was not too loud.

As he prayed, a louder sound rang from the north side of the pyramid. It overwhelmed the sound of the friction. It was loud cheering.

Peter Lee and his team had finally succeeded in opening a hole in the pyramid.