In the world of Tianshan, where the mountains are poor and the mountains are blue, they hold hands and walk together.
Su Luo held Nangong Liuyun's hand tightly and scratched his palm.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Nangong Liuyun's mouth.
The group of people behind them were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, sweating all over their heads, but these two people walked all the way. The difference in the atmosphere was huge.
"What to do? Left or right?"
"I prefer the left...after all, we are very close to the passage..."
"It's close to your head, have you forgotten? Ever since we fell into this damn mausoleum, with the combined wisdom of seventy or eighty of us, we can't get out of that stone house? In this way, you still expect us to be able to
Go out of the ten levels on the left? Don't look at me like that, Second Young Master Nangong can take shortcuts, maybe five levels will be enough, but think about our IQ..."
This is a really depressing thing.
In front of Second Young Master Nangong, they all felt that they were suddenly a level stupider.
I even think so willingly.
"Anyway, I won't take the left passage by myself. In fact, it doesn't matter whether there are ten or five levels in the left passage, because without Er Shao Nangong, we can't even pass one level."
Being trapped in the first level, what does it have to do with them whether the next level is five or ten?
Seeing that Second Young Master Nangong and Su Luo were about to enter the passage on the right, the fat uncle rushed over and walked with them.
Because he had calculated that it would be an absolutely impossible task for him to pass more than five levels in ten minutes.
The fat uncle rushed over, and soon, the second person, the third person...
Sixty or seventy people passed by in a dark place.
The remaining people looked at each other in confusion, and finally rushed over!
When the passage on the right is closed, everyone will be waiting to die!
Soon, everyone entered the passage on the right.
The short door god looked at the closed door of the corridor on the right, raised his head, and smiled faintly.
General Harriman, with so many people buried with you, you shouldn't be lonely anymore, right?
The fat uncle rushed into Nangong Liuyun's side.
Although he chose the right channel, it was a helpless move. In fact, he was still very worried.
The fat uncle said angrily: "When Master was designing the passage on the right, I happened to take a look. There were ten doors and ten questions in total where the Spirit Devouring Pearl was placed."
"Every time you answer a question correctly, one door will be shattered, but if you answer it wrong, one more door will be added! In other words -" The fat uncle swallowed deeply and said with difficulty, "If you answer the question wrongly,
The more questions there are, the more doors there will be..."
Nangong Liuyun's expression remained as calm as water, without any ripples.
Su Luo was not frightened by the fat uncle's words. She even smiled at the fat uncle.
But the team members who followed through the passage on the right were so frightened by the fat uncle's words that they almost cried.
There are originally ten questions. If you answer a question incorrectly, a door will be added. If you answer a question correctly, a door will be destroyed.
This is just one of the levels...
OMG!
"We only have eight minutes..." Shao Shijue's words were very soft, but in the crowd, they were like thunder in the clear sky, hitting everyone on the forehead.
It’s been eight minutes...
Can you not panic when you think that you only have the last eight minutes of your life?
People who don't panic at this time are truly mentally strong.
The surrounding atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost overwhelming.