C11 There Are Many Tunnels to the Underground Palace

When Tang Hao pressed his hand against the wall, the Village Head and Qiang's heart almost jumped out of their throats. If they couldn't do it this time, they would really die here. After Tang Hao pressed down on the wall, the creaking sounds from the surrounding walls did not stop and continued to echo. Seeing this, the three of them felt despair. It seemed that death really had arrived.

After a while, they discovered that something was wrong. Although the walls were still moving, but if they looked carefully, they were not pressing forward. On the contrary, the walls were moving backwards. From this, it seemed that the crisis had been resolved.

They stood there silently for a while, the walls all moving back to their positions. At this moment, they had avoided being crushed to death. After the crisis had passed, the three of them took a deep breath, looked at each other and smiled, then looked at the short arrows on the ground, sighing in their hearts. However, they did not have much time to lament over this, even though the walls had been restored, they were still in a sealed room, unable to find a way out.

The Village Head looked around and said, "Qiang, show me the fake map." Qiang handed over the map and said, "At this time, what's the use of looking at this fake map?" The village chief took the map and pondered silently.

At this time, Tang Hao did not pay attention to the conversation between the Village Head and Qiang. He stood on the wall where he pressed the mechanism, as if he had found something. He stared at the wall, his expression uncertain.

Time passed second by second. The two of them looked at the map but were unable to find anything. Helpless, they suddenly noticed Tang Hao standing beside a wall to observe. The village head walked over and asked, "Hao, what's wrong with this wall?" Under the illumination of the light, the three of them were finally able to clearly see the true appearance of the wall. Although the wall didn't have the same murals as the ones on the outside, it was engraved with a lot of strange patterns. The place Tang Hao had pressed down just a moment ago happened to be the mark of a palm. Seemingly not likely, Tang Hao seemed to know what the Village Head was thinking and shook his head, "Village Head, I just accidentally touched this handprint a moment ago, I don't have that much power, but there seems to be only this one handprint on the wall. I tried pressing it just now, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't press it."

Using the light from the flashlight, the village chief carefully observed the patterns on the wall. The markings on the wall weren't as simple as those on stones. From the looks of it, they should have been artificially carved. However, they had no way of knowing what these markings were used for. Qiang also borrowed the light to look at the wall. These markings, in his eyes, looked very familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before. While looking at the markings, he tried to recall where he saw these markings.

Even though the three of them had experienced many storms, they were completely confused on how to escape this secret room. The more Tang Hao and the village head observed this wall, the more uncertain they became on how to deal with this kind of mysterious thing. How could they clearly understand this kind of thing? Right now, the two of them had placed all their hopes on Qiang. After all, Qiang was an extraordinary person among the three of them. Perhaps, he could do something about these things.

Qiang thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't have a clue. Although he had a sense of familiarity with the patterns on the wall, he couldn't remember where he had seen it before, so he could only carefully observe the wall, and at the same time, recall some strange things he knew, hoping that he could understand them.

If they didn't, the final result would be obvious. When you faced a dangerous situation, but were helpless and could only sit on the floor and wait for your death, the feeling was very annoying and torturous. Tang Hao couldn't stand the feeling and immediately said, "Village Head, didn't Uncle Qiang tell us that the county magistrate had given us a prediction about this trip? Even if there was a bloody disaster, we couldn't die like this.

When he heard about the blood, he immediately thought of something. In the past, when he was traveling outside, he once heard from an old man that in the ancient south, there was an alien race who had a magic art — — Blood Curse, with a drop of blood from the caster. They had set a prohibition and illusion in a specific space or region, which led people to think that in the depths of the chamber, the victim would be killed by an illusion or a mechanism, and that some strange patterns on the walls of the chamber were the key lines in this art — these patterns were used to communicate with the God's power that was bestowed upon them. Back then, when he heard that there was such a spell, he didn't believe it. But now, it seems that he himself had already been tricked.

When he thought about it, he immediately remembered what the old man had said, according to the old man, the Blood Curse could be broken, but the requirements were very harsh, and what he had passed down was that when an Earth Immortal expert was trapped in a city using the Blood Curse, the caster believed that the expert would definitely die, but after two days, the expert had broken through the seal on the Blood Curse with his blood, and although the Blood Curse was very mysterious, there was a major flaw, and that was that if the person using it broke, the caster would be harmed greatly, because that was why the caster had not made such a move yet. He himself was already killed by the backlash of the Blood Curse.

Although there was a record of Blood Curse being broken, it only said that it would be broken. It did not say how to break the Blood Curse, nor how to break it. Qiang organized his thoughts and told the Village Chief and Tang Hao everything about the Blood Curse. After listening to Qiang's story, the two of them were extremely surprised, but when they heard his final words, that there was no way to break through the Blood Curse, their hearts instantly sank to the bottom. However, under the great impact of joy and sorrow, the village head raised a question: "Qiang, if we really were hit by the Blood Curse now, then there must be some spellcasters around. In other words, there are humans living under this underground palace, right?"

Qiang looked at the Village Head in surprise, "Right, if you didn't say it, I would have neglected this point. This person should be the one who protects the treasure, right? But he actually knows this kind of Blood Curse from the Ancient Southern Wilderness. Could it be that we are now in an ancient ruin? "

The village chief nodded his head: "Qiang, I'm afraid that's the case. Other than the ancient ruins, where would such a mysterious Secret Art exist? Right now, there's no time to think about it, the most important thing is to quickly find a way to solve this problem. Qiang, didn't you say that lines are the key to this secret technique? I will use my blade to destroy this tattoo right now and see if it is harder than my blade. " With that, the village chief drew his sword and chopped down. The sharp blade created sparks on the wall, and under the village head's knife, the wall, which had clear lines and was riddled with holes, had now become riddled with holes.

Seeing this, Qiang and Tang Hao did not dare to do anything else. They immediately took a deep breath and prepared to defend themselves. They were afraid that the destruction of the pattern would cause some kind of mechanism.

At the same time, they were also looking at the changes in their surroundings. As the brightness level up, they gradually began to see the situation around them, oh my god, how could this be a maze? It was like a transition station, their bodies were filled with tunnels, at least ten tunnels, what kind of situation was this, they were confused.

In this mysterious underground palace, Tang Hao and company were constantly encountering all kinds of difficulties, and each time was more difficult than the last. Right now, they had just gotten rid of the mysterious ancient Secret Art — — Blood Curse, but now they faced such a passage. It was enough to make one's scalp go numb.

The Village Chief took a deep breath and carefully observed the surrounding tunnels. There were so many tunnels, which one should he choose? Judging from the situation in the underground palace, there was only one way that was safe. The others should all be dead. Under such circumstances, how would they choose?