Inside the stone temple, after someone walked in, the fires on both sides instantly began to burn vigorously.

It was as if by magic. Just by the appearance of someone, when he set foot on this land that had not been visited for a long time, the light symbolizing "flame" was ignited, and the torches on both sides burned like brilliant red flowers in full bloom.

All of a sudden, the entire stone chamber was bright, as if it was a brightly lit road to an audience.

Smoke could be vaguely seen in the distance, as if something was quietly opening in the darkness, slowly opening for those who could reach this door.

The man in stockings suddenly swallowed.

He glanced at his colleagues following him, especially Nightingale and Bering beside Nightingale.

He noticed that even though he was in a suicidal mood and wanted to offer a marching rose to the person he loved, his beloved was still just looking at another man with expectant eyes.

The man just looked coldly at the corridor in the distance, as if he had no expectations at all for that look.

In this way, an inexplicable triangular composition appeared in the stone chamber.

The man in stockings felt a little hurt.

In the end, he could only swallow his expectations and jealousy.

Then he went into the corridor without looking back.

Soon, within a few seconds his steps stopped.

The stone arrows shot out from all directions suddenly passed by his side, and pierced the opposite wall with a sharp buzzing sound, leaving a deep mark!

There was a person nearby who was not paying attention. He was accidentally pierced by the stone arrow with great force and was directly hit by the wall next to him. He was dead in an instant! Seeing his colleague being killed so easily by the trap, the man in stockings was shocked! This is... really fatal!

Just as he was thinking this, the annoying male voice came from behind again: "The stone arrow symbolizes the blow shot at the king's throne on the battlefield."

Nightingale next to him echoed, "I see. So the traps here correspond to the legends in the myths?"

The man did not respond to him, which seemed to the man in stockings to be a great disrespect to the goddess.

He just looked at the flickering lights in the distance and said calmly: "Keep moving forward, and at the same time, be alert."

With such an order and the stern gaze of Nightingale behind him, the man in stockings had to move forward no matter how much he didn't want to move.

Soon, someone destroyed a mechanism again.

In a very short period of time, poisonous snakes that had been alive for who knows how long suddenly shot out from both sides, directly wrapping around the faces of the people on both sides, and then biting those people's arms fiercely when those people tried desperately to grab them with their hands!

After two screams, two more people remained on this land forever.

Looking at these seemingly inexperienced Jianing staff, even Bai Ling was a little surprised: "Are you... so careless?"

Normally, shouldn't we be more vigilant the second time after encountering a trap?

How come your death toll has doubled? Is this the professional level? After hearing what Bai Ling said, Nightingale was somewhat embarrassed.

But there is no way.

All she could say was that in order to gather manpower, she had to page all the people from Jianing nearby as quickly as possible.

The result is that, except for a few experts, the rest of the people here either lack experience or are not competent enough. They can't compare with the stocking man, let alone the top talent like Nightingale.

But I definitely can't say these things to my boss.

So Nightingale had to take a few steps forward and whisper a few words into those people's ears again.

It can be clearly seen that these sentences are probably quite serious.

After hearing Nightingale's words, an expression that could be described as "despair" suddenly appeared on the faces of those Jianing people.

They looked at the corridor in front of them, then at the vicious Nightingale behind them, and after some hesitation, they finally had to bite the bullet and move forward.

This time, their vigilance was much higher than before.

Even though traps like "giant bird attack", "spear piercing the body" and "giant hammer falling" appeared afterwards, they only sacrificed five or six people.

After passing through ten traps, there are only less than ten people left.

The man in stockings also survived, but his life was somewhat humiliating.

Just before that, a giant steel bird shot out from a distance and hit his lower body directly, causing him to feel a sudden pain all over. In an instant, he fell to the ground without knowing where he was.

When he recovered, he was so ashamed that his movements were somewhat twisted when he got up.

After the tenth trap was over, they finally approached the door of the stone chamber.

Behind that door is where the "wind" is.

Looking at the tall and majestic stone gate in front of him and the monkey-shaped painting engraved on it, Bai Ling sighed lightly.

“The son of the wind god who guards this place,” he said softly, “even though he is a god from a foreign land, he will fall today no matter what.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed on the two depressions in the stone door.

It was obviously an extremely heavy stone door, but with his actions, it was pushed open little by little.

Accompanied by a dull "creaking" sound, the ancient ruins that had been buried in the dust for who knows how many thousands of years revealed their inner mysteries again on this land.

When the door was pushed open, the first thing that shot through was dust like fireworks.

The dust fluttered down in the sky, making it hard for people to see clearly.

Only after all the dust had settled could Bai Ling and the others see everything inside the stone gate.

Obviously, this is an existence similar to a "ancestral hall".

However, although it is such a ancestral temple, the gods enshrined there are somewhat shabby and simple.

The one in the middle is a powerful deity with unusually many arms. The style of this deity seems to come from a certain peninsula, with both Buddhist and demonic natures, a thousand half-open eyes, and a mixture of thunder and gusts of wind, with both mercy and ferocity contained in it.

And below this deity is a monkey with a rather ferocious appearance.

The monkey is in a forward-leaning posture, as if trying to grab something, with its claws tightly holding a round object. The hair on its body stands up, and even though it is a stone sculpture, it still looks lifelike.

Looking at the statue, Bering said thoughtfully: "This is the 'wind'."

He took a step forward, brushed his fingers across the giant monkey's arm, and whispered, "Hanuman, son of the wind god, obedient monkey god, defender of the demon snake, companion and protector of King Rama."

Hanuman? Looking at this extremely ugly monkey, the nightingale remained silent.

Is this the "wind" they are looking for? Glancing at the nightingale behind him, Bai Ling chuckled: "You may think that the location of the 'wind' is this monkey?"

"No, it's not."

His hand gradually moved down from the monkey statue's arm all the way to the paw, and with his five fingers together, he suddenly stretched out his hand toward the center of the monkey's paw.

Under such dragging, the next second, a round object fell directly from the monkey's palm and fell into Bai Ling's hand! Looking at this round thing in front of him, Bai Ling showed a happy smile.

"Yes, this is the 'wind'!" He said with a smile, "The one who conquered the three worlds, the Lord of Lanka, the cruel and wise king, the greedy and trustworthy madman, the enemy of King Rama, the fanatic of Shiva..."

"Rakshasas, Ravana!"

Accompanied by Bering's words.

The wind suddenly rose from nowhere! The boundless gale roared and broke through the stone door, rushed through the narrow corridor, penetrated the huge stone room with unstoppable bravery, and went all the way up, leaping up from the dilapidated and desolate temple, and flew straight into the air! The gale gathered, and the arrogant wind pressure oppressed everything around. Whether it was the decayed ancient trees or the arrogant boulders, under the strong pressure of this gale, they could not help but roll towards the center, as if they were ministers who were intimidated by the tyrant's rule from all directions. Although they were unwilling, they still had to kneel down three times and kowtow to the center, and worship the king who conquered the three realms in a submissive manner! This is the "wind", the "wind" of greed and power, echoing between heaven and earth, reflecting the setting sun! The hair was blown by the gale and flew wantonly. In the sound of the wind, Bai Ling smiled and said: "Look, Ravana, look at the world after your death."

"Although you call yourself the king of the three worlds, you are ultimately just a defeated enemy of Rama, a withered flower sunk in the mud, a decayed leaf that will be trampled on."

"You are a loser, a villain constrained by your own desires, and the villain in the epic. You claim to be a wise and heroic ruler, but you have led to the destruction of the kingdom and the overthrow of the earth. The Rakshasa has become history, and new heroes have stood on the earth."

"How sad."

The words fell.

Three seconds later.

As if to echo Bai Ling's words.

The round thing between his palms suddenly cracked into several pieces.

Those were the facial features of a person, and the deep gemstone marks on them! The tyrant who was both cruel and wise, after listening to the usurpation of words from later generations, opened his eyes from decay and decadence and focused his gaze on this ancient era and land! He looked at the raging wind in the distance, his lips moving.

Soon, his voice became louder and louder.

It's just a head, but his voice is as loud as a thousand bells!

Amid the cries of hatred, jealousy, and greed, only two words echoed in the minds of Bailing and others.

That voice was the name of the tyrant's old enemy, a line of enemies that the Rakshasa King could never abandon.

That name is...

"Rama!!!"

A strong wind whistled past, and under the voice of the Mad King, it expanded to the entire Yanxia Mountain!

Looking at the head of Ravana who had opened his eyes, Bai Ling narrowed his eyes with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"The symbol of Hermeticism..."

He thought to himself: 'Sure enough, Hermes, there is something strange. ' - At the same time.

Qi Guang glanced at the strong wind blowing suddenly in the distance, and the expression on his face paused slightly.

He glanced at the communicator switch that had been completely crushed by him and sighed.

Then he picked up the phone, and after a brief silence and hesitation, he dialed the phone number that he had recited to himself several times.

After a long wait, the call was connected.

As a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, a smile gradually appeared on Qi Guang's face.

"Mom, it's me, Qi Guang."

Holding the phone receiver, Qi Guang said with a smile: "How am I? Of course I'm fine."

"I've been saying I'd call you, but I'm too busy. When I first started working, I could at least call you twice a month, but now I really can't..."

"Go back? I guess I can't go back for the time being. But if I have time in the future, I will try to video chat with you more often. You can go to the one next door and ask them to teach you how to do video chat."

"I'm in good health. For example, I can run just as fast as before! When you were little, you all said I wanted to be an athlete. Now my job is similar to that of an athlete. I have to chase people every day! Haha, that's what police officers are like. I still exercise every day and my health is much better than before."

"Yeah, I'm doing fine here too. I recently met a friend who is a bit annoying, but he helps me a lot with my work, so I can get along with him even if I have to hold my nose. Haha, I'll let him meet you guys when there's a chance."

"Wait a minute, I have something to do here so I won't talk about it anymore. By the way, I heard that there will be an exercise in our area recently. If you hear anything, don't take it too seriously. It's okay. Your son is an insider and knows everything. It's just a test of new weapons. It's no big deal."

"Anyway, that's it for now. We'll talk again when we have a chance. Anyway, try to go out less these two days, get more rest, and take care of your health."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Guang threw away the phone in his hand, then pressed the wheelchair handle next to him and cursed: "Shit, I still have to say that guy is a friend, am I mentally ill?"

While sighing, Qi Guang took out a private communicator.

After dialing the communicator, Qi Guang's face gradually became serious.

"It's me," he said, "let's start the action plan."

After saying this, Qi Guang hung up the communicator and put it back into his pocket.

Glancing at the howling wind in the distance, Qi Guang tapped the handle of the wheelchair with his fingers, humming an off-tune song while composing words that he had imagined.

Amid the absurd tone, looking at the colorless light screen rising in the distance, the smile on Qi Guang's face was unpredictable.

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