At this time, Han Nuowei was already exhausted. He didn't care about observing www.biquge.info so he had to stuff things into his pocket, then jump down and run after the stone ball. The moment the stone ball hit the stone window, Han Nuowei stepped forward with an arrow, kicked on the stone ball, and jumped into the secret room of the "Eight Planets" with another force.

Han Nuowei was so tired that he collapsed in the corner, and this short roundabout run almost killed him. Normally, for every ten meters of dive, a person's pressure is increased by one atmosphere, plus there is one atmosphere on the surface of the water itself, and it is calculated that ten meters is two atmospheres and twenty meters is three atmospheres. Well, a hundred meters is eleven atmospheres, so the pressure under the water is impossible for him to ignore.

Han Nuowei didn't know how Cotton designed this undersea chamber in the first place, although the pressure was considered, so that people would not be too uncomfortable to stay inside, but compared to the land, it was still quite laborious.

He rested for a moment, then carefully took something out of his fanny pack, put it in the palm of his hand, and observed.

It is a rectangular box with a very smooth gold surface, without any floral decoration and no locks. Han Nuowei shone the box with a flashlight, and after looking around carefully, he finally saw that there were very small hidden locks installed at the four corners of the bottom of the box. The four hidden locks do not have a lock hole, so they should not need a key to open.

What is inside? After opening, will it release deadly poisonous gas? Han Nuowei shook his head, the box was originally embedded in the stone ball, and the speed of the stone ball is very high, so the contents inside should not be afraid of leakage, at least the requirements for sealing are not high.

Thinking like this, Han Nuowei gradually relaxed, he put down the flashlight, then held the four corners of the box with both hands, and pressed it.

The lid of the box slowly popped up, and the box was divided into four small compartments, each containing a color of powder, which was white, red, yellow, and blue. At first glance, it looks a bit like the rouge powder used by ancient ladies, but Han Nuowei quickly realized that it was a solid pigment for painting.

Han Nuowei suddenly fell into confusion. The box that took so much effort to take out was actually filled with paint. What can he do with paint in this desolate seabed? Even if he wanted to paint, he didn't have a pen. In the next second, he remembered the three stone doors carved with different patterns. Do you have to color the pattern to activate the stone gate?

Han Nuowei's heart was agitated, and he forced himself to calm down. If he really wants to color the pattern, then he has to figure out what color should be applied to the flowers and leaves, as well as to the stems. But now, he had no other information at all except that he knew that there were four colors in the paint box in his hand, white, red, yellow, and blue. He subconsciously looked around again, and there was no change, and the eight planets were still bright. He looked at these warm fluorescents, and his heart gradually ignited a desire for light.

Based on the existing information, Han Nuowei could almost conclude that the clues about the color were not in this secret passage. Well, this is obviously a mystery that only someone from the Hanover family would know.

Mo Aogu never mentioned that anyone in his family was obsessed with painting, and although there were some paintings in the family, he did not describe them in detail.

"Wait!" Han Nuowei suddenly shouted, "I know, it's eyes!" His fatigue was swept away, and the person jumped up excitedly.

Mo Aogu once said that Cotton mixed "Moda" and "Po Nuo" to refine a dye that was used to dye the iris of the descendants of the Hanover family.

"Moda" and "Po Nao" grow on the edge of the cliff, Mo opens the pink flowers, and Po Nao opens the orange flowers, both of which have small leaves and weak stems. ――Isn't this exactly how the pattern on the stone gate is portrayed?

Han Nuowei is very confident in his memory, so it seems that the door in the middle is what he is looking for, and the next thing he has to do is to color the pattern.

But he immediately found himself in a new predicament: solid pigments needed water to dissolve, and where did he get the water in this secret room?

A wave of embarrassment hit Han Nuowei's heart, he sighed and took off his diving suit.

The urine rushed into the paint box, and the four powders suddenly became moist and cloudy. Han Nuowei put on a diving suit, then used the knife as a stirring rod and stirred it in four compartments for a while.

Since he hadn't peed since he had been diving for so long, there was a pungent smell of urine throughout the paint box. He stirred as he couldn't help but retch. Soon, the paint melted, and he continued to stir for a while until the paint was all paste.

Han Nuowei was overjoyed. He had painted gouache when he was in school, and it was a good thing for him to know that this paste-like paint was not easy to spill. Because after entering the passage of the stone ball, he will inevitably jump up and down again, and if the paint is too thin, he may not wait for him to finish painting, and it will all be spilled.

He used the tip of his knife to pick out a portion of white and rub it onto the lid, then picked out a little red and applied it, and then he stirred it again until the paint turned pink.

Next, Han Nuowei used red and yellow to harmonize orange, and yellow and blue to make green.

Suddenly, Han Nuowei felt a turmoil in the corridor, and then, the sound of cracking came from the stone window. He was shocked, and rushed to the stone window with an arrow, only to find that there was also a crack in the stone ball at the other end.

Realizing this, Han Nuowei didn't care about the pungent smell of urine, so he quickly stuffed the paint box into his waist bag, and jumped into the passage with his hand.

Han Nuowei rushed to the second stone door, opened the paint box, and just dipped his finger in a little pink, the stone ball rushed over again. Han Nuowei had no choice but to quickly close the lid of the box, stuff it into his waist bag, and then kick on the wall to dodge. He was so anxious that he couldn't tell which of the two flowers was pink and which was orange, so he directly smeared it on the flower on the left. I can only gamble!

By the time Han Nuowei painted the color of the two flowers, many stones of different sizes had fallen around him, and a large amount of dust filled the air, choking him to cough.

Han Nuowei didn't dare to slack off, and he raced against time to paint the green on the leaves and stems. It was more of a race than a color, and he was worried that drawing the outline would trigger some strange mechanism, so he had to muster up 120,000 spirits and quickly and concentrate on smearing.

Just as Han Nuowei finished applying the last bit of green, the back of his head suddenly hurt, and then he lost consciousness.

When Han Nuowei woke up, he just took a breath and coughed violently. He looked closely, only to find himself lying on the ground. He touched the back of his head, and it hurt.

Han Nuowei struggled to get up, then raised the flashlight to check. Only then did he realize that he was now in another stone chamber.

He vaguely remembered that he had been hit in the back of the head by a falling stone, and a moment before he passed out, the stone door opened, and he instinctively lunged forward.

Thinking of this, Han Nuowei was afraid for a while: if his reaction was a little slower at that time, he might be paralyzed in the corridor and smashed into a meatloaf now.

"If you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing!" Han Nuowei comforted himself. He raised his flashlight and began to inspect the stone chamber. The stone door that had been painted by itself just now was gone, and was replaced by another stone door that seemed to be thicker. The reason why he was sure of this was because the stone door in front of him was obviously much rougher.

He turned away, and the two hollow eyes that caught his eye startled him, and in an instant, his cold hairs stood on end. When he got closer, he realized that it was a lifelike stone sculpture of a large animal more than a person tall, but for some reason the face was missing, leaving only a pair of terrifying eyes.

Face?

Han Nuowei felt a burst of excitement in his heart, and he immediately opened his waist bag and took out the four white fragments. Then, he carefully pressed the pieces into the face of the stone sculpture in turn, and as soon as the thin teeth on the edge of the fourth piece were embedded in the stone carving, he immediately jumped away, for fear of some trap.

The stone carving's eyes lit up and glowed with golden light, and it turned out to be a majestic tiger. It has its head and tail held high, its eyes sharp, and its four sharp claws ready to pounce on its prey.

Han Nuowei remembered an ancient legend that in the distant past, some people believed that amber was transformed by the spirit of a tiger after its death, so some people called it "tiger amber".

This white stone tiger, after Han Nuowei mended its face, a pair of golden gem eyes appeared in the originally empty eyes, as if it was a reproduction of the legend. It's just that the tiger has a bell tied around its neck for some reason, which is quite incompatible with its majestic temperament.

Han Nuowei reached out and touched the knife, only then did he realize that the knife had fallen, and he estimated that it could only fall in the previous passage, and he felt a burst of regret in his heart. Without a tool knife, he had to pull the rope that tied the bell with his bare hands, but fortunately the rope was not thick. He took the bell and looked at it for a moment. The bell is delicate and lovely, and its golden bell-shaped exterior is carved with unusually intricate patterns, and it is obviously pure gold. Han Nuowei said to himself with a little mockery: "Cotton really likes gold." After all, he put the bell away.

Han Nuowei walked around the house a few times, but found nothing, he returned to Shi Hu in disappointment, and looked around Shi Hu again, but found no abnormality.

Han Nuowei stared at Shi Hu's eyes and thought: Could it be that these two topazes are switches?

He stretched out his finger and pressed it against one of the gems, but the hard touch told him: it didn't work. He groped for a long time on the gems and found that the gems were purely ornamental, and could not be pressed down or taken out.

He took two steps back in disappointment, then sat down against the wall. At this time, he had been in the secret room for a long time, and the air was gradually thinning, and he began to get upset.

As soon as his head hit the wall, he felt a pain in his heart, Han Nuowei touched the back of his head, and couldn't understand the intention of the passage before Cotton designed, he was so desperate against time, and finally he was knocked unconscious. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he jumped up and kicked Shi Hu's ass hard.

Shi Hu's tail immediately spun, and there was a cluck, as if it was winding.

Han Nuowei looked at Shi Hu's back in surprise, two semicircular stone slabs slowly opened like a book, and then in Shi Hu's stomach, a golden disc appeared.

The disc was covered with a layer of fine white sand, and there were eight thumb-thick colored candles of different lengths inserted around the sand. What's even more bizarre is that these candles are actually burned. The eight candles are all different in color and length, could it be some kind of metaphor?

In the middle of the eight candles, there was a device consisting of three metal rings, and Han Nuowei tried to pick them up, but found that the metal rings were fixed to the disc and could not be moved.

Han Nuowei looked at Shi Hu with a headache, and suddenly felt a little funny: he inadvertently kicked the tiger's ass just now to activate the mechanism, did he really respond to the sentence "The tiger's ass can't be touched"?

Han Nuowei tried to spin the stone tiger's tail again, but he couldn't turn it anymore. It seems that the mechanism is on that golden disc.

In the middle of the three metal rings is a small platform, and the line is engraved with a blooming flower, Han Nuowei stared at it for a while, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was a peony flower. Does the peony flower have any meaning here?

Han Nuowei suddenly became excited, he opened his waist bag and took out the white peony that he got in the display case in the captain's room. Han Nuowei gestured, the size was just right, and he couldn't help but put the peony in the middle of the ring.

The ring did not move.

He turned Peony in another direction, but there was still no movement.

At this time, Han Nuowei noticed that there were many small holes on the edges of the two metal rings in the outer ring, and he counted them, and there were sixteen small holes in the metal rings of the inner ring, and twenty-four in the outer ring. Taken together, it's exactly forty.

The number forty gave Han Nuowei an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and then his eyes lit up.

Without saying a word, Han Nuowei took out the purple gem fragments collected on the hull of the ship, and looked at these fragments at this moment, and the almost identical pointed parts of the fragments had an explanation. He inserted the pieces into small holes in the edges of the metal rings piece by piece, but the whole process was laborious because of the narrow holes. Fortunately, the fragments were basically the same size, and in a short time, forty purple gemstone fragments formed two circles.

Han Nuowei's eyes widened, at this moment, it looked like a blooming purple lotus, and a white peony was held in the middle.

"Prolification - Pavilion Flower. Han Nuowei blurted out.

The so-called pavilion flower usually refers to one or several flowers blooming in the middle of the flower center, like layers of pavilions. There are many varieties of peonies, but he has never heard of lotus. However, given Cotton's botanical knowledge, it is possible that there is such a flower.

Han Nuowei waited for a while, but Taigehua didn't react, he was a little breathless, and gently touched the white peony in the heart of the flower, and then touched the purple lotus flower on the periphery.

But there was still silence around him, and Han Nuowei raised a flashlight to shine through. This time he looked more closely, and finally, he noticed a metal ring on the outer edge of the disk. Han Nuowei tried to turn the metal ring, and the entire disc began to rotate slowly.

The purple lotus flower suddenly moved, and the small petals closed and opened one after another. The candles around the lotus lit up, and in the bright light, Han Nuowei saw characters faintly appearing on the candles. He looked closer, slightly surprised, and found a creepy letter on each candle:

C-o-m-e-h-e-r-e