I was puzzled. These guys were already trapped inside and couldn't get out, and now that the fat guy had become stronger, wouldn't he have even less chance of getting out?
They're blocking our way out now, so they don't have any chance of turning the tables.
I can only attribute this to the lowest level of code that the original designer put into their minds: to prevent anyone trapped inside from getting out.
However, to ensure he doesn't accidentally stumble upon this, I think he'll definitely devise a way to bypass it.
For example, there will definitely be some buttons or mechanisms in this secret room that can help us get out of this mess.
I wouldn't say that 100% of the people in front of me are illusions, but there are definitely some who are not real.
Especially the people in the murals, who are always whispering.
However, I remember very clearly that when I first entered this secret room, I heard a piece of music.
However, it seems that the music disappeared intermittently after the ancients came out.
I remember clearly that the style of the music was very melodious.
It sounds like ancient music.
However, when the music plays, the people in the murals haven't come out yet.
When I looked at the mural, it was a work of art, sculpted from top to bottom.
It wasn't until later that they started moving and people began to come out.
Furthermore, I paid attention to and sensed the whispers of the people in the murals.
It didn't seem to come from their mouths; the sound originated from somewhere else, further away.
If that's the case, then that place is very likely the exit.
Then I took another step back and ignored the fat man.
His fingers were still slowly stretching out.
I don't know when his methods will end.
My fingertips slowly stretched and became pointed; I reckon they'd be touching the ground soon.
I looked around and realized that it was still a secret room. At that moment, I remembered the place we had first come in.
I remember the entrance was clearly marked by an antique-style curtain!
After we came in, the seemingly harmless curtain suddenly...
The ground turned into a huge load-bearing wall.
This is quite outrageous. When I saw this scene, I was completely dumbfounded.
Then, I pointed in that direction to the girl again.
"Brother, if you hadn't said that, I might have forgotten about this place."
Yes, that's the place.
That's where we started...
The girl was also very emotional at this moment. To be honest, neither the girl nor I ever thought that I would have such a day.
If I could really predict the future, I probably wouldn't have come in here in the first place.
So what if we just stay hidden in that sunken compass house?
At most, they'll just push the wall over quickly; all we need to do is get out of there.
After all, our initial purpose in coming here was simply to wait for the Blue Armor to appear!
Now, not only have we failed to find him, but we've also gotten ourselves into a quagmire.
The next second, the people in the mural finally stopped blocking us.
Looking at the group of people in front of me, I sensed a strong sense of malice.
Once this fat man dies, they'll be nothing but a bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, their strength exhausted. That means I don't care about the people in here anymore.
The next second, if I took a step forward, I suddenly felt dizzy, and even my steps became a little heavy.
The fat man was about to reach the cane, and his hand was becoming increasingly sharp, glowing with a faint light—not as intense as before.
I looked at the sharp spikes on his fingertips; they seemed to be almost touching the path of his cane.
OK……
Is this guy really going to learn all the methods of the ancients?
I also had Lei Jijian tentatively approach him.
At this moment, as the lightning sword approached, the fat man showed no reaction whatsoever.
Just as the lightning sword was about to strike, the light on the cane suddenly intensified, and it moved closer to the fat man's hand, as if it wanted to quickly recognize its master.
No way, looking at this scene before me, I had only one thought.
I used to think this was an ancient relic that could suppress the fat man, but now it seems that this thing has become an opportunity for the fat man!
We can neither stop him nor enter the gap, so we can only watch helplessly as this guy becomes more and more like the ancients and more and more difficult to deal with.
"Lightning Sword, don't worry about this fat guy for now. If we can't kill him, we might as well cleave the rest of the ancient man's spine in half!"
Without hesitation, I immediately gave him a mental instruction and told him not to let the fat man get it.
The lightning sword floated above my head, and the blue-white arc of electricity immediately straightened, but he hesitated for a moment.
“Master…this cane now has energy protecting it!”
The sheen on it is very strong, indeed very strong!
Whether it would work if I chopped at it is another matter.
I reckon this will really enrage that fat guy!
As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man's hand actually touched the pregnant woman directly, and the light from his hand and the luster of his cane instantly softened. The cane finally stopped trembling and instead slowly climbed up along the man's hand.
That state was like a spine coming back to life.
I was puzzled. Surely this guy wasn't really going to use this thing as a weapon, or was he going to rely on it to obtain energy from the ancients?
The next second, the fat man let out a low growl.
It wasn't painful at all; rather, it felt like acceptance.
The spikes on the fat man's hands suddenly grew longer, and the muscles on his body bulged even more noticeably.
This guy, who was like a toad, had toned down his appearance considerably; his suit was even stretched open a little.
I could see clearly that there was still some dried blood in it; it was the black blood that flowed out when this thing hit the stone platform.
No way, this is too outrageous! At this moment, the people in the mural also fell completely silent.
These guys just stood there, looking like they were watching a visual feast.
Without whispering or making any movement, he simply watched the fat man quietly, as if waiting for something.
The girl and I also stood there watching. What puzzled me even more was that this was just a cane. Could this fat man really pick it up and use it against us?
That's impossible...
In ancient times, people were able to manipulate their muscles to shape them into various forms...
The fat man was slamming the ground violently. If he could move agilely, we probably wouldn't be a match for him at all; he would have caught us long ago.
Now it seems that even with the cane, this thing doesn't serve any other purpose.
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