Not only that, but this guy also seemed to be trying to be clever to the ancients, and he couldn't help but dart around up and down.

And it was with this jump that the toad slammed hard into the ceiling again.

The hole in the ceiling was already quite large, and his actions made it even bigger.

Correspondingly, the walls around us shook even more violently.

I quickly regained my balance and managed to stand up.

Although the ancients were very strong, they seemed to only have brute strength.

He merely glared at the fat toad secretly, without making any further moves.

The fat man stopped moving and just stood there with his head bowed, like a student who had done something wrong.

I was so shocked by the interaction between the ancient man and the fat man that my mouth dropped open.

Wow, this really does look a bit like a pet.

He'll be overjoyed if his master gives him even the slightest reward.

If you tighten your eyelids even slightly, that guy will freeze in place.

If that's the case, then this toad really does seem like a pet of that ancient person.

Before, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like an untamable monster, but now I really don't understand it anymore.

At this moment, the girl was also a little dumbfounded.

She gripped my arm tightly, her expression serious.

I noticed that the girl's brows were furrowed into a deep frown.

Yiyi kept shaking my arm.

"Brother, they're in the murals, could they be good friends?"

Wait a minute, didn't you say before that the two of them were fighting for the rights of living beings?

Shouldn't only one of them be allowed to come out?

Indeed.

I also thought carefully about what the girl said.

We initially thought that only one of these two guys could be in this entire secret room, and that should be the correct one.

Otherwise, shouldn't the ancients have summoned a bunch of their companions to stop us from the very beginning?

How could it be just one ancient person coming out again? I thought to myself, feeling even more puzzled.

When the ancients were making their plans, although they were all in a central position, it doesn't mean that only one ancient person could emerge.

The other people, some of them, wore clothing that was not much different from that of the ancients.

It wasn't official robes, but rather the clothes of ordinary people.

Could it be that this mural depicts a strict hierarchical system?

Only those who become officials can get out of here?

I shook my head, thinking that such an idea was still too outrageous.

Logically speaking, these are people who don't distinguish between any two groups.

Anyone who is inside should have the right to leave; that should be the correct approach.

Moreover, from our current perspective, this fat man is clearly just an ordinary frog.

At most, they might have some connection with the ancients through the murals.

Otherwise, he certainly wouldn't have gone to such lengths to revive this ancient person.

However, this contradicts our initial assumption.

Could it be that a lot of people will actually emerge from this mural?

This is truly outrageous...

I thought about it carefully again.

Only then did they realize that they had actually been inside for a long time.

The people in the mural all had a very longing look on their faces, as if they all felt they could come out.

And it was after the fat man resurrected the ancient people that I noticed everyone in the story seemed to be even more excited and envious.

Could it be that they're not coming out because they're afraid of the ancients, afraid of this fat man?

That's not right either.

There is strength in numbers; this ancient person was definitely no match for four hands.

All the people depicted in these murals could easily unite and send one person out; they should have enough power.

How could we possibly be simply confined to the outside world by the ancients?

I couldn't help but open my mouth, wanting to reply to the girl.

But then I realized that all my previous guesses seemed to be wrong, and I was completely at a loss for words.

At first, I thought it was just that this fat guy wanted to seize the energy from the ancients.

He stopped us because he wanted to keep the secret room for himself.

Basically, if the ancients were here and didn't allow the other people in the murals to come out, it would be somewhat plausible.

But that's not the case at all now.

In the end, he was just resurrecting his own master.

We had never seen such a state of devotion before.

I glanced at the girl and blinked.

I turned to look at the fat man and the ancient man again, and at that moment the scene in the mural suddenly reappeared in my mind.

At that time, the ancient man stood in the center, while the toad was insignificant to him. Without careful observation, he could not even see that there were several of these little creatures in the grass.

Toads or reptiles were hiding silently in the grass, idly darting in and out of the grass.

Sometimes, even if you're lying under someone's feet and might get accidentally stepped on and killed, you won't cause much of a stir.

I never imagined that these monsters could be related to ancient people.

It turns out they weren't enemies from the beginning, but rather a group!

Before I could recover from the shock, the fat man suddenly started running wildly.

His bluish-gray skin throbbed wildly in the secret room, creating a strong gust of wind.

As it passed by the ancients, it bowed its head deeply before continuing to rush toward us.

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