Sha Mu pondered how to deal with the Xiangshi in front of him, whether to let him take a nap for a while, or let him sleep forever. When he looked at Xiangshi again, the choice had been decided, which was much simpler than the above two, and this Xiangshi took the initiative to sleep soundly.

Sandwood walked around the curved wall behind him, trying to make his body match the shadows cast by the wall.

This seems to be unguarded, but he knows that it is all a trick of the physiognomy master. Perhaps now, the phase master is peeking into all his movements from his strange crystal ball. And with a glass of wine, relish.

In fact, this speculation is not difficult to prove, for example, if he turns around now, walks back into the hall, and pulls a symbol in the center of the wall, maybe the physiognomist will immediately appear in front of him like a ghost.

He looked back in that direction and thought he might have to try it the way he thought he would. At the same time, he found that the way back had become completely different. The sleeping priest next to the brazier was nowhere to be seen. He recalled the look in his eyes when they parted. It turns out that Xiangshi doesn't need any guards at all, and he can be trapped in the labyrinth. The clouds of fog that can descend anytime and anywhere, and the mysteries hidden in the walls of this altar are all the helpers of the phase master.

He had to turn around and continue to look for the last source of the strange smoky smell that always made him feel sullen.

These smells are really strange and pungent, and it makes people lose their energy, but it is said that the gods seem to like this smell very much. However, the origin of all these spices is not different, and Shamu reminds of other legends about the origin of these spices. The phase master can make the yellow sand in his hand mixed with blood turn into a taste that the gods like. So these spices are produced in the altar and are produced for their own use. But now it seems that even their flavor classification hides a terrible secret. His sense of smell had always been acute, and he could smell that the original smell that filled the body of the Xiangshi had fundamentally changed from the few smells that were now left in the air, although they were still the same, and it was easy to feel unbreathed and extremely stuffy. Could it be that the shape of the authentic is changed because of the fragrance?

He stretched out his finger and used his internal force to make a mark on the wall that only he could see, so that when he went around the circle again, he could see his mistakes repeatedly. He used to be destined for a desert as far as the eye could see, and he could pinpoint directions, but here, it wasn't so easy, and he couldn't even be sure where he was now, or how long it would take him to get out of the labyrinth.

And his guess was correct, and it took him almost half an hour, and as far as he could reach, he saw the symbol he had marked himself. He guessed that the layout of this place should be similar to the crystal ball that the master had held in his arms for many years, and they had carved countless planes of exactly the same on a huge stone, and they must have taken advantage of this idea and built this strange altar. At normal times, the physiognomist would close the mechanism and let everyone who entered the altar go out happily. Otherwise, activate the mechanism and let those barriers fall.

As he thought of this, he looked up at the huge blue ice mantle above his head, was that the blue ice that had been attached to the walls of the altar as if it had grown there from end to end. In fact, the shrine had been warm, but the ice had not been affected in the slightest. Some of the problems are being explained. But there is still no definite answer.

He leapt upward, supporting his body with his fingers so that he could stay on the ice mantle for a moment, and after a moment, his face appeared on the blue, clear and smooth ice. In addition to finding them beautiful, he attached himself to their smoothness and spied into their mysteries up close, but still found nothing. He couldn't imagine that these things could be controlled by man, and their shape could be expanded and changed at will.

They really seemed to be masterpieces of divine power, but he probably couldn't easily believe that the origin of everything could be so simple.

If these things were already terrifying to him, he didn't want to show them in the slightest. He couldn't imagine his face delicately showing cowardice on top of a crystal ball.

In such a closed place, Xiangshi said that every night he heard those endless songs under the stars. As for the power of the other six charms that are breaking through the seal, he is also perceiving it all the time. Once they have gathered strength, they sharpen their knives. Xiangshi said.

But the sturdiness of the altar was actually beyond his imagination, because near it was the site of the continuous construction of steel supports for Ning Yuesheng Tower, and the hard work of the recruits who had to dig out all the soil under the foundation of the tower. But the sound of their busy work is not heard here at all.

He could imagine the scene outside, even in the darkness of the night, with countless soldiers supervising the slaves' toil. The appointed time was imminent, and the Khan wanted to destroy the behemoth that he had given to Ning Yue as a gift, as a standard symbol of their love and the protection of the gods. But now it is said to be the root of all evil. Every moment that stands quietly here is depicted as the shadow of the devil. But tearing it down is just as huge a project as building it. There was some irony in his heart. The divine power of the physiognomist should appear at this time. Make it easy. It's ridiculous that no one has this idea.

He no longer chooses direction. Just walking inside the altar. The curved wall, which stretched endlessly forward, suddenly turned in, the ice mantle disappeared, and a huge hall with strange symbols appeared. The huge hourglass at the top of the hall seemed to be crumbling all the time. He looked down and could see that his cowhide boots were sinking into the soft yellow sand. At that moment, the thought of escaping from here was like a soft branch fluttering in the wind in the summer, and it was his sudden pain. In the shadows in front of him, he could feel a face sticking out of it at any moment to laugh at it.

As his footsteps kept getting closer, the displays of things in the shadows came into his sight one by one.

The dazzling luster of the huge crystal ball deepened or darkened as he approached.

Behind the crystal ball is the skeleton of a lion.

Shamu slowly walked towards the skeleton.

Look at the snow-white dry bones in his eyes, in a vein that seems to have fresh flesh regrowing on the bones. The massive body was a muscular lion before it became a bony one.

Then the behemoth roared and shook its head.

Shamu had the intention of dodging, but when he looked back, the lion was still just a quiet dry bone.

On the crystal ball, there is already a picture rising, the phase master is sitting on the seat of the main hall of the altar, tracing his paintings, and the face master is on a piece of rice paper, densely written with a lot of handwriting.