"The pattern of this labyrinth has not changed, it's just the other way round!" After thinking twice, Tiaozi said decisively.
After hearing this, Haizi was stunned, then leaned over to Tiaozi and looked at the map, and said, "Did you think about it? This is not a joke."
Facing Haizi’s doubts, Tiaozi nodded and said: "Yes, 100%!"
After all, Tiaozi reversed the original map: "As long as we walk along the route of the inverted map, we will basically be able to reach the exit."
In order to prove the accuracy of his conclusion, Tiaozi exhausted his last few powers and performed a mental displacement technique again. This time he had completely determined the map pattern and also understood the current position of the team. After the consciousness returned to the body, Tiaozi took everyone along the route he had calculated. He believed that this time they would be able to leave this place of right and wrong.
At first everyone didn't believe it, but after working with the notes for a while, they found that the maze was unobstructed this time, and there was no stone wall blocking the road at all, and their tense hearts finally relaxed in half.
After a quarter of an hour’s safe journey through the maze, they gradually entered the deepest part of the maze. Unlike the smooth stone road before, it was covered with yellow sand, and the surface of the sand grains even exudes a faint golden glow. The two brightnesses are insignificant, but with thousands of sand grains piled up together, this light cannot be ignored.
At first, Haizi thought the sand on the ground was golden powder or something. His greedy nature made him reach out and grab it. When the paper saw it, he immediately stopped him.
"Don't move things in the maze! Maybe it's poisonous again."
As reminded by Tiaozi, Haizi gave himself a soft ear, and secretly cursed that his stinking problem couldn't be corrected! Although I am very vigilant most of the time, I often can't help curiosity to test. If it weren't for prompt dissuasion because of the slip, this time the inaccuracy would cause some serious disaster.
"Mr. Zhang Tiao, have you seen this kind of thing before? It doesn't look like ordinary sand." Liu Dongqing said coldly behind the strip.
Tiaozi didn't immediately answer Liu Dongqing's question, but squatted down and touched his short beard, carefully observing the sand.
His observations are not only with the naked eye, but also with his own psychic senses. From the naked eye's point of view, these sand grains seem to have no other characteristics except that they will shine, but from the psychic senses, there is something else. Mysteriously, the grains of sand contain psychic energy fluctuations that ordinary people cannot detect. This is not consistent with common sense, after all, grains of sand are nothing more than dead objects with no vitality.
Tiaozi's heart suddenly poured into a sense of fear during the successive thoughts, he immediately stood up, and took the people behind him back a few steps.
"Everyone! There is a problem with this grain of sand, please don't move it."
Tiaozi's intuition and previous experience told him that there must be ghosts with psionic sand grains, and even if there is no poison, there are more or less threats of writing.
Haizi frowned and asked, "Tiaozi, what shall we do? Can't we not pass it?"
The note replied: "Let me go up and try it."
After that, he used a rune iron sword to make a few strokes on the surface of the sand. This subconscious approach did not try to threaten him. Then he touched his pocket and backpack. There was nothing to cast the spell. Now he Very helpless.
"Okay! In this case, we might as well find someone to walk up and try it like before!" Liu Dongqing looked at the hesitant and helpless look of the note, and became impatient again in his heart, so he took a pat. The last bodyguard beside him, Ma Mian, said angrily: "Why don't you go up and try it! There is no more suitable person besides you."
Ma Mian took a breath after hearing this: "Boss, Niutou is gone! You still want me to die, I, I don't want to..."
Liu Dongqing knew that Ma Mian was stunned, and his complexion became extremely cold: "The salary I offered is higher than your partner. What if I asked you to try a few broken sands! You still have opinions!"
"But it's me!" Ma Mian is not a character that is still used by others. It is a shameful thing. If he can say yes, he will agree. What's more, he is still a selfish bastard. His nose spit out, angrily. Said: "Ma Mian has been my partner for many years. You don't feel bad at all when he is dead. Now you still let me die! I won't do it!"
"Ouch!!" Liu Dongqing was hit by a bodyguard for the first time, and his face was flushed with anger. He grabbed Ma Mian's ears and tore it hard, causing the Ma Mian to yell in pain.
"Boss Liu, I can warn you! I won't be polite if I move again!"
Faced with the not-so-strong threat of the horse face, Liu Dongqing not only did not let go, but pulled it even more forcefully. He pulled the horse face to the edge of the sand and kicked the horse face into the sand with one foot.
After the horse cried out in pain, his face was facing the ground, and his body fell into the sand in a large font. The whole face was buried in the sand, and the body suddenly stopped moving.
"Mamian, are you okay!" Although Tiaozi wanted to scold Liu Dongqing, but now he is more concerned about the life and death of Mamian.
The horse's face didn't move at first, but after more than ten seconds, his face suddenly broke out of the sand, and he coughed abruptly.
"It's okay... right." Ma Mian immediately got up and took a closer look at his body. Except for some shiny sand, it didn't seem to have changed much. After he was afraid of the dust on his body, he planned to Walking back, Liu Dongqing took out a pistol and pointed it at him.
"Go ahead for me!"
"But me!"
"No but!"
Facing Liu Dongqing’s tough attitude, Ma Mian swallowed this breath, his body turned abruptly, and walked towards the end of the aisle. Due to his previous adventure, he left a shallow scar on his face, plus being When Liu Dongqing kicked down, the scar on his face could not be enlarged. A drop of blood slid down his left face until it could not stand the gravity of the terrain and fell into the sand, and the sand touched the sand. At that moment, the part of the sand that was stained red with blood turned jet black.
This detail is too small to even notice the horse's face. He continued to walk, knowing that he felt an abnormal movement under his feet.
He stopped immediately, lowered his head, his eyes widened.
The sand under his feet started to flow for some reason, showing a whirlpool shape, and the horse face was just deep in the center of the whirlpool.