Zhao Xun frowned and looked at Xia Yiqian, and asked in a puzzled voice, "What's wrong?"
In this already confusing environment, if something is wrong, it will only add more uncertainty.
Not to mention, they knew almost nothing about this place.
Facing everyone's anxious gazes, Xia Yiqian's eyes fell on the little girl, and her brows unconsciously frowned.
“The power of the curse on her is not right.
Although the aura above also carried a divine aura, it was mixed with an aura that did not belong to the person on the fifth floor.
It was extremely faint, as if someone had deliberately hidden it within that divine aura. If one wasn't particularly sensitive to auras, one wouldn't have noticed it at all."
Coincidentally, as a zombie who has no breath, relies on breath to hunt others, and even has to rely on camouflage to breathe through the chest, Xia Yiqian is extremely sensitive to breath.
"The aura doesn't belong to anyone on the fifth floor?"
Bai Lingyu walked to the little girl, squatted down next to her, sniffed her gently with her nose like a little animal, and frowned unconsciously.
Just as he looked up and was about to say something, his peripheral vision met Xia Yiqian's disdainful gaze towards him.
Bai Lingyu: ...
Everyone uses their nose to smell, so why does she dislike him?
He felt a little aggrieved, but didn't dare to say it, so he could only bite the bullet and continue dryly: "The aura above does not belong to the fifth floor. If I am not mistaken, this aura should belong to a man around 56 years old.
If I smell it more carefully, I think he is a Taoist priest."
Xia Yiqian:?
She looked at Bai Lingyu in surprise, "Why can you smell age?"
It would be fine if I could only smell it, after all, it still retains the breath of Taoism.
Maybe it’s a bit outrageous to be able to tell age by smelling it!
Bai Lingyu touched his head and smiled sheepishly, "People of every age have different scents, and this scent is just over fifty-five, but not too old, probably between fifty-five and fifty-seven.
So I'd say around fifty-six."
After hearing what he said, everyone looked at him with something even more strange, as if they were looking at a pervert with some weird hobby.
Who in their right mind would count and remember the smell of people of different ages?
If this isn't perversion, what is?
Bai Lingyu: ...I was anxious just now, so I told you my age. Now I realize that something seems to be wrong.
Normal humans...probably wouldn't do such a thing.
But some things would only make things worse the more you explained them, so he simply shut up and said nothing more.
Kong Yanqing glanced at Bai Lingyu with an indescribable look, thinking that this guy mixed in the crowd seemed a little stupid.
He averted his gaze, tapped his fingertips on the palm of his other hand, and analyzed, "So is there a possibility that the one who doesn't want us to know about 'him' is not 'him' himself, but someone else?"
"He" himself is not a person, and gods generally have their own pride and disdain to do things in a secretive way.
If he really wanted to curse the little girl, he would never hide any mystery in it.
Master Fang Yi, who was dressed in a cassock, frowned and shook his head slightly.
"Amitabha, I can't guarantee that this matter has nothing to do with her. After all, he is the beneficiary of all the sacrifices made here.
The person who cast the curse on the little girl was not one of his minions placed outside.
Moreover, he hasn't left here to cause trouble for over a hundred years. I doubt he can leave here."
"Indeed, if he can't leave here, it wouldn't be surprising if he finds a few minions to help him."
Zhao Xun touched his chin and nodded.
After saying this, a look of sadness appeared on his face again.
"But according to the current situation, we simply cannot find the person to cooperate with him.
And if what the little girl said is true, we won’t be able to find a way out of here unless we go upstairs, or even stop the sacrifice.”
Li Songtian sighed and looked at Zhao Xun speechlessly.
"But whether you said this or not, doesn't it make much difference?
If we had dared to go up, we wouldn’t be discussing these things here now.”
"You guys tell me." Just when everyone was thinking about what to do, Huang Yangyang, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke.
"Since we got here, 'he' hasn't appeared. Is it because he thinks he can deal with us without coming down, or because he simply can't come down?
If we really can't get down, can we find a way to kill him bit by bit remotely?
It's like in a game where the opponent uses a mage and we use archers. Our range is a little bit longer than theirs, but as long as they can't run away, we'll eventually wear them down with our attacks."
Everyone present: ...
At first everyone thought this idea was outrageous, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that it seemed a little bit reliable?
After all, in the current situation where there is nothing else to do, even a bad idea is still a good idea.
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