Although Zongtian seemed to be steadily passing the test at this time, the uneasiness in his heart was becoming more and more obvious.

The first is the sound, which is now clear enough to hear the material. It was like a twine rope that was making a tense sound, but the thing that was hanging by the hemp rope didn't dare to think about it.

Then there was the wind, and the wind was not the usual feeling, it was not so much the wind as the breath of a giant, and the two opposite directions of the wind were constantly overlapping.

The two strange things didn't seem to have much to do with each other, but as the sky got closer, he gradually noticed that the taut creaking sound seemed to be swaying with the wind. The creepy feeling turned into a shiver almost uncontrollably, and Zongtian's footsteps stopped abruptly.

Although the front is full of unknowns and fears, but the stagnation at this time is just an act of escape, and such stagnation may bring real danger to Zongtian, who knows how long the craftsman will go through to clean up the losers here.

But everyone understands this kind of thing, but it's another thing to do. Zongtian was facing such a situation at this time, although he knew that moving forward was the best choice, but he couldn't take a step away from the stop.

Maybe it's an animal hanging there, or maybe it's just a stone or something. Zongtian almost forced himself to think in a good direction, and the leg that couldn't take a step was really loose. Zongtian, who found the trick, immediately began to redouble his efforts. That's probably the case, if there is no better choice than a stone, then maybe there is someone who dried the bacon, and if it is really bacon, how big it must be.

Thinking of this, Zongtian actually chuckled, and the legs that were originally like being filled with lead suddenly became lighter. Such an opportunity was naturally to be grasped by Zongtian, and while his legs had not changed, Zongtian trotted directly. Because all the attention is on the legs, Zongtian's outstanding imagination is a little free because of the lack of restraint.

Such a large piece of bacon, it may be directly half a pig, right? If the hemp rope is hung from the corpse of an animal, then it may be a little stronger than the person hanging in such an environment, right? But when it comes to hanging people, I seem to be a little confused with people and souls, according to my original thoughts, what is hanging there should be said to be a soul, but the dead soul should turn into dust, can the hemp rope make such a sound Does it prove that the soul should still be alive? Could it be dying, or ravaged to the point of not being human......

The illusion of flying suddenly slowed down Zongtian's pace, but Zongtian forced his legs to continue running. He didn't dare to stop, and he couldn't stop, because if he stopped, he might face something even more terrifying.

One step, two steps...... Seventy-two, seventy-three.

Zongtian could only stop his cranky thoughts a little by counting his steps, and the shouts that echoed in his mind seemed to be able to offset some of the fear of the tense sound. Although this situation can be maintained for the time being, the reality has not followed the wish of Zongtian, and I don't know when the strange creaking sound is getting louder and louder, as if the source of the sound is close at hand.

What should come will come after all, Zongtian took that last step almost with the determination to die, and everything returned to peace at this time. Although he couldn't see it, Zongtian still raised his head vigorously, but what he saw in front of him was still the same darkness.

"Three points and seven, it's pretty fast." It was the sound again, and in this environment, Zongtian was even more frightened. But even so, after going through what happened just now, at least the vertical sky at this time didn't show much on the surface, and what happened just now only happened in just three minutes?

"For the sake of how hard you've worked, let's move on to the next one, and I promise that the trials will get faster and faster."

In the face of such words, Zongtian remained silent, but this was not his original intention, everything was only because the other party had unilaterally cut off the communication, and at this time, because of this, his weak words were not spoken.

He seems to have said more and more just now, that is, at least two trials are waiting for him?

Just when Zongtian was distressed, his side gradually lit up. This situation seems to tell the softness of the craftsman, at least he adapted to the darkness and did not feel too much discomfort in that kind of light. But such gratitude is naturally fleeting, after all, for the person who tortured him, how could such a small favor make him grateful?

Although reason tells Zongtian like this, the faint light still warms Zongtian's heart. However, the warmth did not last, and when Zeniten saw the scene around him, it was as if he had fallen back into darkness, because it was a completely closed room before his eyes. Such an oppressive environment was like sinking him into water, as if everything around him was trying to squeeze out his fear.

Everything in front of him seemed to be more difficult to adapt to than darkness for Zongtian, so he had to close his eyes at this time to find some peace. After calming down a little, Zongtian began to carefully observe the room that suddenly appeared, with no doors or windows. The four walls of the room, including the ceiling and the floor, are the same, and they are all made of rocks of similar size.

As far as trials are concerned, the confinement at this time seems even more unreliable than the wandering in the darkness before. However, just like before, Zongtian naturally did not believe that the craftsman did this just to play with himself, and there must be something about the trial in this room. With this in mind, Zong Tian calmed down and began to carefully explore every corner of the room.

The walls and floor were just as solid, and there were no holes, but the three-meter-high ceiling was a little weak. After that, he probed the corners of the room again, but there was only a small amount of dust in the corners. It should be the most appropriate to use a clueless word to describe the sky at this time.

The previous craftsman said that his trials would get faster and faster, but what is the situation now, is it possible that it is still suspended? Unrealistic thoughts made Zongtian can't help but roll his eyes, and it seems that it is more useful to continue to observe it in a down-to-earth manner than such cranky thoughts.

looked around again, and this not very confident look around really gave Zongtian some clues. It's not at all those corners that are easy to overlook, the only thing that is a little different in the whole room is actually in the middle of the wall in front of Zongtian.

The wall there seemed to be slightly sunken, and if it hadn't been for the chance notice just now, it would have been a detail that could have been easily overlooked in the dim light. With such a discovery, Zongtian naturally stepped forward quickly, but the appearance of that wall still disappointed him after all. There is a groove on the wall that seems to be a humanoid, and although this depression makes the wall a little thinner there, the wall still feels untouchable.

Although Zongtian is no longer a mortal, he will not smash such a wall with a fireball unless he has to. After all, at this time, he can be regarded as a craftsman, and the state of soul creation is not something he can be sure of now.

A little frustrated stroked the strange dent, and the sudden fall of the hand caused the alarm of Zongtian, and there was a groove in the position of the humanoid's chest. Looking at the slender groove, Zongtian tested it with his hand again, and the gap can only be described as slender, and it is completely impossible for his fingers to reach in. Do you need a key? Zongtian couldn't help but think like this at this time, just looking at the empty surroundings, where would there be a key?

Just as Zongtian was searching for it randomly, a faint light also caught his eye at this time.