Magic Ji shook his head again and said depressedly: "There is nothing wrong, and you have not shown any deviation. We are always going down!"

Yan Zheng continued to ask with a brow unbrightened look: "Where are the traces of the illusion?"

The magic machine shook his head and his whole body trembled.

Yan Zheng pulled his face and shouted dissatisfiedly: "You were reincarnated as a rattle in your previous life!"

Magic Ji subconsciously shook his head a few more times and saw Yan Zheng's eyes that were about to kill people, and immediately froze there, and quickly changed his words and said, "Why don't we go back and take a look~"

Yan Zheng was stunned, tilted his head and fell into deep thoughts. After thinking for a moment, Yan Zheng hesitated to raise his phone toward the way he came. The phone cut through the darkness behind the magic machine and headed towards the steps not far away, leaving Yan Zheng.

The footprints below were reflected very clearly. Yan Zheng looked at a series of footprints, then turned his phone in front. The dust on the steps in front evenly applied a layer of gray to the steps, and there was no trace of damage.

"Are you really wrong in your previous guesses? It's not an illusion or endless steps. You've been moving forward..."

When Yan Zheng thought of this, he was instantly terrified. He said that he had walked at least a thousand meters away. If the steps were spreading underground, according to the steps drop, he had advanced at least hundreds of meters vertically downward. What is this depth?

This is the case with ordinary nuclear defense bases.

Developers like Xuan Ni obviously do not have the ability to build such deep channels, nor do they have the spare money to create this useless thing that wastes the people and loses money.

So what happened to me now? Or was I already discovered by the Penglai Demon, and I asked the Penglai Demon to arrange it...

Yan Zheng felt that his brain was like the CPU that had been running for more than ten days, as hot as if it was about to explode.

He hugged his head with pain, and stroked his hands hard from his temples over his head, took a deep breath and said to the magic machine: "Then let's go back and take a look!"

After saying this, Yan Zheng raised his legs and walked upwards. Going up the steps was an extremely intensive exercise. Not long after he walked, Yan Zheng felt a little struggling with his knees. He leaned against the wall and leaned against the wall. Yan Zheng supported his knees with both hands.

He gasped and waved his hands at the magic machine.

"Stop and stop first, I can't walk anymore. Let me rest for a while!"

After a few breaths, Yan Zheng took out his mobile phone, opened the mobile phone page and looked at the time. He had just climbed back the steps for about half an hour, which was far longer than he had gone down the steps.

Yan Zheng should have walked out now, but the steps in front of him were still not big, and the footprints on the ground were so fresh, all of which were left by Yan Zheng before.

I have walked far beyond the time I came, and a new step should appear, but the footprints in front of me show that the path he was still walking the steps he had just walked...

There is only one row of footprints, which is the direction he walks from top to bottom. If he is circulating infinitely in a passage, there should be at least two rows of footprints downward, or four rows of footprints up and down... Since he

Without circulating in a passage, how did the extra distance come about? The footprints on the ground are left by sleeping... It was myself, are there others?

Yan Zheng then turned his phone downward, showing two rows of footprints up and down on the steps behind him walking upwards...

Yan Zheng's hands and feet were a little cold and his lips were pale. He suddenly thought of a fatal problem, which was also an existence he had always ignored. If he was no longer in the original passage, but in a different space...

Yan Zheng could not describe his inner fear at this moment. This fear was not like fear of terrifying things, but rather confusion and anxiety about the unknown.

It’s like you put a mole that has been living underground all the time and suddenly put it on the empty wilderness. Whether it is the wind or the breath of grass, everything outside is unfamiliar to it. Even if the environment does not pose any threat to it, it will

You will feel panic and even be scared to death.

Yan Zheng's current situation is a bit like the helpless mole. Although he has not been hurt, he is still under tremendous psychological pressure.

In the narrow and dark space, this horror of the unknown space was infinitely magnified by Yan Zheng himself. He didn't know what he was afraid of. He was panic like a thief who could hide in his heart.

He was so upset that his heart was messed up, and cold sweat gradually wet his temples. Yan Zheng pursed his dry lips and let out a breath of turbid air to force himself to calm down.

He told himself in his heart that no matter whether there are hallucinations or infinite steps around him, it is a psychological offensive. The other party is eroding his patience and dismantling his will. All of this is carefully designed by someone!

Only by setting an imaginary enemy for yourself can Yan Zheng feel more frustrated, because having enemies is at least easier to accept than the unknown.

Assuming that all of this is a masterpiece designed by the Penglai demon, it can only mean that the Penglai demon is terrible. His understanding of human beings is far beyond his imagination... He is a dangerous opponent!

Thinking of it as the masterpiece of the Penglai demon, Yan Zheng's uneasy heart was even calmer. He was not afraid of his opponent's difficulty, but he was afraid of no opponent, and he was even more afraid of such unknown and unsolvable things. Faced with such incomprehensible things, you kept exerting your strength.

Can't find the point...

For the time being, Yan Zheng decided to try it again to see if he could solve the dilemma of this channel. Even if he couldn't solve it, he would find something unusual. He absolutely did not believe it.

Both sides of the channel are infinitely extended. The illusion is always an illusion no matter how realistic it is, there will be flaws left. However, this channel is made so realistic that he cannot determine whether it is in the illusion or another.

In a space...

Taking a deep breath again, Yan Zheng solemnly rushed to the magic machine and said, "You fly up the stairs, I'm waiting for you in place. If you find any abnormalities, fly back immediately. There is a contractual connection between us, I want to be simple.

The hallucination cannot block the contract sensing. If you cannot find my existence when you fly back, it means that this is an illusion. You can try to release your Shura Tao to see if it can break the domain field. We will spend an hour

As a boundary, after an hour, I will take the same action until you appear, attacking the barriers on both sides! I was also stubborn before, hum! When the problem cannot be solved, violence is the most direct way to solve the problem!

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After Yan Zheng finished speaking, the magic machine nodded at Yan Zheng, turned into a red light and flew towards the top of the passage. The sound of a plane breaking the wind came faintly in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into Yan Zheng's vision.
Chapter completed!