Otherworldly Merchant

This passageway is slightly U-shaped, skilfully dodging the front of the door and passing underground.

The T-shirt man held my hand tight, drilled out of the aisle and ran with all his life.

But Master Phoenix stayed across the street.

A loud and burgeoning sound came from behind us, and from time to time a very bright flame crossed the passage, shaking blindly in front of it, like a position heavily bombarded by enemy fire.

Boom!

Another loud noise.

The ground trembled a few times, an extremely bright fire burst out and suddenly lit up the whole world!

“Master Phoenix!” I suddenly stopped and had a bad feeling in my heart.

Master Feng... he may never come back.

With that blast, he must have mobilized all the blood and spiritual power, and detonated the folding fan to blow up into the last fireball.

In order to save me, yet another predecessor died, and yet another eight-party famously accomplished his mission with great sadness.

“Let's go!” The T-shirt man flashed tears in his eyes and dragged me hard.

But I still stood there, my hands trembling with my knives.

I bite my teeth so tightly, I want to kill them back, clean them up, and avenge Master Phoenix!

“Have you forgotten how you promised him? You kill back now, no matter how happy life is, everyone dies for nothing.” The T-shirt man drank loudly: “Rats, white eyebrows, phoenix, they're all for you, to make you accomplish your mission! You want to kill back, don't you? Well, I'll kill you back, and we'll die together, and I'll see how you deal with your grandfather. ”

The T-shirt man was extremely angry: "Now is not the time to be sad, we still have a lot of unfinished business, all you have to do now is live. ”

“Survive, you understand? After that, he couldn't help but say, grab my arm and turn around and run.

I woke up completely and wiped a tear hard to keep moving forward.

The fire behind us gradually darkened, and the noise slowly swung away from us.

The corridor in front of us was empty, with nothing but endless darkness, and the two of us stepped on the slab with a very crisp echo.

We ran along this pitch-black alley.

All of a sudden, our side lit up.

The T-shirt man and I braced our feet and watched very carefully with swords on our backs.

On the stone wall beside us, a pair of tiny oil lamps suddenly lit up, just like the oil lamps on both sides of the blood hole before entering the tomb, in a pitch-black lotus.

Bang, bang, bang...

With a sound, every five metres or so apart on either side of the stone wall, a pair of small oil lamps illuminate, stretching out along the corridor, with hundreds of long and long legs.

Just after such a fierce tide of corpses, our nerves have been completely tightened, we have been well over half a dozen feet, and the eyes have not changed a bit except for a lit oil lamp, which is a little relief.

But we both know perfectly well that the crisis in the tomb must not be taken lightly!

We looked at each other and watched each other very carefully, moving forward one step at a time.

Hundreds of oil lamps shout and shine on us, dragging out two elongated shadows on the stone walls, shaking all the way to the front.

It was as if we had been trampled to death by two shadow giants, struggling in vain.

The whole corridor was lit up, but it was quiet and horrible.

After we walked out forty and fifty meters, there was a sudden, springy sound coming from the stone walls on both sides.

The organs in the tomb were very poisonous. At this time, as soon as we heard the sound, we got nervous and immediately stood still, each carrying a sword to protect our surroundings.

The sound of the spring became louder and louder, and gradually connected together, as if the entire tomb were a huge clock, and we were both in the core.

With a bang, the stone walls on both sides rolled over simultaneously, and me and the T-shirt man stared at each other, ready to escape.

But instead of shooting a long, dark arrow gun in the stone wall, a bronze mirror came out.

Even the ground and ceiling keep flipping over, all mirrors!

These mirrors are securely embedded on stone walls and set at an extremely clever angle, reflecting each other without blocking them.

Our images overlap in all directions, with hundreds of dense numb feet.

Suddenly, me and the T-shirt man were surrounded by hundreds of themselves.

Knock, knock!

Two more outbursts of shock came out, followed by the original straight corridor twisting away.

The two walls suddenly cracked open dozens of channels, each identical, all spread out by copper mirrors, all lit bright little oil lamps on both sides.

I turned around and even I was a little confused: where the hell did I just come from? Where are we going?

“Mirror maze!” The T-shirt man was astonished.

“Have you ever seen an organ like this?” I turned around and asked.

“No.” The T-shirt man shook his head: “But the last time Six and I saw the Shadow Maze in Sark's tomb, I studied it carefully when I got back, and it was all a handicap, and basically a reason to fight ghosts against walls, but it was a lot more complicated. ”

“The ghosts are just letting out the gloom and getting lost in your mind. The scenery around you is the same as it used to be. It's just that you have hallucinations yourself. It's obvious that the passageway is just a wall you can't walk through. But the maze is that the surrounding landscape has really changed, and it makes no difference everywhere, making you fake and indistinguishable, you simply can't tell where the hallucinations are and where they are real. Even more difficult to understand, the scenery around you will also change as you move, then cooperate with the formation of a shady wind, it is no different from death row cage. If you can't find a cracking technique, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk around here for the rest of your life! ”

“Bad, careful!” Suddenly, the T-shirt man screamed.