There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. As soon as he finished speaking, a skinny man like a monkey jumped out of the cannon fodder: "I'll do it!"
He grabbed the spiritual talisman and sent in the real energy. The rune immediately bloomed into a ball of spiritual light, covering the man's whole body.
The thin man pulled out a pair of daggers and held them in his hands, and walked tiptoeing in front, as slowly as an old tortoise crawling.
The others were used to it, so they kept their distance silently and followed behind without saying a word.
Su Zimu secretly speculated whether the next step was a guessing game or a maze adventure. A flash of colorful light suddenly flashed in the passage, piercing everyone's eyes. When they regained their sight, the thin man exploring the path had disappeared.
Everyone was startled, and their already tense nerves instantly became tense.
Mo Wen immediately shouted: "Zhang San, Zhang San, are you there?"
The shout echoed in the passage, but there was no response.
Mo Wen suddenly felt a toothache, and took out another magic talisman: "Old rules, who goes first...hey, where is the person?"
Su Zimu turned around subconsciously, and was shocked to find that two of the cannon fodder who were supposed to be following behind him were missing silently.
It only took a few steps, and three people were lost!
The hearts of the remaining cannon fodder are floating,
Mo Wen said in a deep voice: "Opportunities don't come out of thin air. We are already here. There is no way back, we can only move forward. Who will be the first?"
The cannon fodders looked at each other, but no one took the initiative to stand up.
Mo Wen sighed and glanced around, finally landing on Su Zimu: "You, just you!"
Su Zimu was startled, but before he could speak, Mo Wen had already stuffed the talisman into his hand: "The one who leaves first may not die first, and the one behind may not be safe!"
Su Zimu's cheek twitched. Is this comfort?
Mo Wen gestured for him to go to the front.
If you stretch out your head, it's a knife, if you shrink your head, it's also a knife!
Su Zimu took a deep breath and sent a stream of true energy into the talisman.
But the spiritual talisman was like a lazy man lying in bed. The runes all over his body flickered reluctantly, emitting a slowly spreading and peaceful spiritual light.
The spiritual light was supposed to cover him, but it only covered half of his body and slowly retracted.
Mo Wen's face turned dark: "Is your Dantian blocked? Give me more real energy!"
It was a matter of his own safety. How could Su Zimu dare to be careless? He immediately replenished his true energy, but the mask was still the same as before, and he didn't give any face at all.
Mo Wen was furious: "Didn't you hear what I said?"
Su Zimu retorted on the spot: "You think I don't want to, that's all, no more!"
When the others heard this, they immediately exploded. You little cannon fodder, you want to rebel, right?
The one-eyed man teased angrily: "Brother Su, see clearly, this is a talisman that can be used by Zhang Lianqi at the first level!"
Su Zimu rolled his eyes: "Believe it or not!"
Mo Wen frowned deeply: "What is your cultivation level?"
This is not a random question, because any qualified monk, even if he only has the first level of Qi training, can definitely activate this talisman.
On the contrary, it is simply an impossible task to control the true energy to almost activate it, but always fall short of it.
Not to mention Qi training, just foundation building, it's hard to say whether you have such subtle control.
"I don't know!" Su Zimu told the truth and clapped his fingers again, "We just broke through four days...five days ago."
Mo Wen's brows did not loosen: "Which martial art are you practicing?"
"I don't know!" Su Zimu spread his hands, feeling very happy in his heart, but with a very regretful expression on his face, "I can't help it, my talent is too poor. It would be nice to have a technique, but who cares who it belongs to?"
It is essential to be on guard against others, not to mention that these guys have always had bad intentions. No matter how ignorant they are, they will not reveal the fact that they are forged.
Just let these guys die of depression in ignorance.
However, there was a surge in his heart, and he couldn't even activate Zhang Lingfu. What was going on? Could it be that his true energy could only be used to strengthen his body?
Mo Wen almost cursed out loud: "You are so talented that you can still break through? It's so damn unreasonable!"
"This is life." Gouzi shrugged his nose, feeling very sad.
"Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly!" Wu Ren, who had long been impatient, pulled out a big knife and said, "This is life too!"
What the hell...
Su Zimu's fire is rising. It's already this time and he's still here to show off. Who are he with?
"If you have the ability, kill me now. I've been putting up with you for a long time!"
Wu Ren slashed his sword: "You are leaving or not!"
Su Zimu was about to fight back, but Mo Wen grabbed Wu Ren's arm: "Boy, what are you doing!"
Wu Ren gritted his teeth, and the corners of his jaw bulged again and again. After a while, he sheathed the knife bitterly, his eyes full of provocation.
Mo Wen pointed forward and said in a cold and ruthless tone: "Fellow Daoist Su, please!"
Two fists are no match for four, and a hero cannot defeat a pack of wolves. Except for the foursome, everyone else looked relieved and showed no sign of sympathy.
Since you have no choice, let’s go!
Thinking of this, Su Zimu felt calm. He threw away the useless talisman and strode forward with his head held high.
A few steps past the place where the thin man disappeared, there was another flash of light.
Su Zimu's heart trembled, but when he opened his eyes after a moment, he was no longer in his original position, but in a closed stone room.
The stone room was large, but empty, with only a fairly large stone bed and a white skeleton on the bed.
Why did the maze treasure hunt turn into a secret room escape again?
It's not that there is no door, but the door is painted on the wall, as if it is a silent mockery, rather than telling you that you can get out from here.
Su Zimu suddenly regretted it. If he had known this, why didn't he play more escape rooms back then?
He searched the memory bank diligently, knocking on all four walls, the ground and the roof, but found no holes.
The stone bed is connected to the floor and walls. There are no gaps at all, so it is impossible to hide the key.
He first drew various unlocking patterns on the stone door, then loudly begged the owner of the place to forgive him for intruding, recited poems and sang loudly, and even performed a passionate square dance.
Unfortunately, all efforts have been ineffective.
Su Zimu was devastated. With his extremely poor knowledge of spiritual practice, he could not find any clues at all.
He suddenly had a headache and felt that with his IQ, even if all the hair on his head fell out, he would not be able to find a way to leave.
After sitting on the stone bed and feeling sulky for a long time, Su Zimu finally calmed down and his thoughts became more vivid: Could this be the kind of place where people are buried with others?
Grandma!
This is a psychological trap!
Su Zimu suddenly realized that if he regarded the stone room as a secret room and thought about how to find clues to leave, the final result would be the same as the white bones on the bed, trapped in this ghost place.
So, whatever clue method you are looking for, just be foolproof!
Thinking of this, Su Zimu made up his mind and punched the wall hard.
Since there is no way, I will open a way with my own hands!
