It was precisely because of these muscles that he was able to bury his entire body inside this mural.
Only then could I understand why this guy was able to completely conceal his presence in such a short time.
They even threw me and the girl so far away twice in a row!
The problem is, why did it only hurt for a short while after we landed, and then the pain stopped after a while...?
I still have some doubts.
As the girl watched his muscles grow larger and larger, her breathing became increasingly rapid.
Her voice was trembling, and she gripped my arm tightly with both hands.
I know that although he may have seen such a scene before, he would definitely be terrified.
After all, no matter what, the girl is just one of the forces in the manor, and frankly, she is just a person with emotions.
He can't be like a cold-blooded machine, completely unresponsive to reason.
"First, mobilize your energy to protect your vital points!"
I quickly gave instructions, and at that moment, Lei Jijian was already blocking our way, about four or five meters away.
The lightning sword hovered in mid-air, its blue-white lightning illuminating the dim, dark room.
As they were talking, the ancient man had completely stepped out of the mural.
His action was somewhat different from ordinary wall-peeling; he broke free from the picture frame as if peeling off a shell bit by bit.
It seems that this picture frame is also a kind of torment and constraint for him.
With each step he took outwards, his body was less restricted by the picture frame.
His expression relaxed further, as if he had been relieved of great pain.
When he landed completely, I saw that he was a guy who could truly be described as "standing tall and upright"!
The moment it landed, the entire secret chamber trembled slightly.
A significant amount of dust and dirt fell from the top.
This guy is definitely over two meters tall!
Holy crap...
My head went numb; it was like a giant, but not quite as exaggerated.
I noticed his shoulders are now so broad that if the palace hadn't gotten bigger, they would be half the width of that passageway!
Even if he stood on the stone platform in the middle, the platform probably wouldn't be able to support him...
The chicken meat was splitting open in large quantities, and his clothes were torn in many places, with only the core and some of his hands and feet remaining.
His ankles and wrists had long been torn to shreds by his rapidly growing muscles...
Although it consists of muscles, the overall image still resembles a person who has come to life inside a stone.
It didn't even have the rosy glow of a normal person; instead, it was the color of dark yellow soil.
And the color is exactly the same as the one in the painting.
It feels perfectly natural.
There was still a bit of bluish-gray residue under his skin, like a special texture.
The most outrageous thing is that this guy's eye sockets are actually half empty!
In that painting, although it was just a horizontal line, or even somewhat ferocious, it at least captured the spirit of the painting.
But when he came out, I noticed that his eye sockets looked like they had been gouged out!
There was still a faint chill in his eyes, but I could feel that the temperature in the secret room had long since returned to normal!
Even the young girl was affected by the heat, and some blisters appeared on her legs.
It's even less likely that this will be a situation of extreme contrasts between ice and fire.
How could that be? His eyes were practically radiating cold air.
I hesitated for a moment, and then I saw this ancient man first look down at his hands and clap them twice.
Then, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, almost reaching his ears.
He slowly turned to us, as if giving us a grateful smile.
Then, that smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a greedy, wicked grin!
What's going on? Isn't this supposed to be a thank you? Or is it to thank us for helping him break the seal?
My mind is completely blank; I can't figure it out at all.
If they really have any gratitude towards us, they might as well break open this secret room and let us out!
I silently complained to myself, while also telling Lei Jijian that we should decide whether to take action based on the situation.
If this guy just looks evil but doesn't actually pose any threat to us, then we don't need to make things difficult for him.
Or rather, it's this monster that's making things difficult for us.
Judging from the appearance of these ancient people, they don't seem weaker than us at all.
Or rather, given his current appearance, if he were to sit down like that, I'm afraid I'd be heading straight to the Western Paradise.
I was observing his expression, even wondering if it was possible to discuss it with him.
I don't know who made this thing.
However, based on a rough guess, it should also be related to the blue armor.
Since it was something he made, it couldn't possibly be a killing machine.
Moreover, since Blue Armor has already left us here, if he still wants the sea marrow from our bodies, he can't just kill us directly.
If you touch this kind of thing directly without any guidance, it could very likely cause problems.
Just like Mr. He from the beginning, he told me that I needed to use some special methods to activate it.
And as Zhou Pangzi said at the beginning, it would be a big mistake to simply think of this kind of thing as a health supplement.
It has a nourishing effect on people, but it also has a suppressive effect!
If something really goes wrong, I don't think Lan Jia would be able to accept it at all!
I pondered this slowly, and at this moment I was still very puzzled.
I hope we can discuss it. In this unfamiliar environment, having one more friend is definitely better than having one more enemy.
But the next second, the voice of the lightning sword immediately came into my mind, telling me to dodge.
And I took a step back almost instantly.
That ancient stone figure suddenly moved!
He immediately charged towards the two of us!
His strides were astonishingly large, almost impossible for a normal person to take.
Each step covered more than two meters, causing the stone slabs on the ground to creak and groan underfoot.
The sound was like even the floorboards were wailing.
I was a little shocked. Just how heavy is this guy? He was just an ordinary person in the painting.
Moreover, even though he didn't hit us when he extended his fist, judging from the way his fist looked, even if it had hit us, it probably wouldn't have hurt us.
What's more, when he threw us, we didn't even feel much pain when we landed.
I don't quite understand how he managed to achieve such a weight!
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