What is that? Attracted by the light, Zongtian naturally walked towards the opposite wall. On the way closer, Zongtian had already found some problems, just opposite the groove he had just discovered, an identical groove was also engraved on the wall, but some of the chest of that groove was no longer a gap, and there was actually a half-meter-long thin sword.

Zongtian flicked the short sword that shone with cold light with his fingers, and the crisp sound instantly echoed in this not spacious room. Hearing such a voice, Zong Tian's brows couldn't help frowning. Although it seemed to be just a light flick just now, Zongtian still used a little strength, and such a slender sword body did not tremble in the slightest.

A sword on one side, a hole on the other, and a human-shaped groove on the wall, what do these represent? Zongtian couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the abnormal wall, and some not-so-good premonitions also made him more and more uneasy. Looking at the groove, and then at the sharp sword, Zongtian finally realized what made him feel strange, and the appearance of that groove was somewhat similar to his own figure.

Just as this thought came to mind, a dull noise was slowly amplified in the room, and then with a piercing grinding sound, the two walls with grooves began to slowly close at this time. Although Zongtian seemed to have guessed this matter slightly before this mechanism was activated, he did not have the slightest joy at this time, let alone joy, and all he had at this time was the urge to cry.

He first rushed forward and tried in vain to shake the moving wall, but as he had a faint premonition, even if he used all his strength, the wall did not stagnate in the slightest. Is there really only one place to hide? Zongtian looked at the groove with the sharp blade, and the biting chill made him shiver.

In the face of such a crisis, Zongtian can't always press everything against the wall and will stop at the end. With such a huge mechanism, even if the craftsman's design will stop at the last moment, as long as there are some slight deviations, such a big deal can easily kill the sky, just a sharp blade through the chest......

Just believe Lao Yang once, even if his chest is really pierced, he will still have a way, right? Paying attention, Zongtian didn't hesitate any longer, although the bladed wall on the opposite side was still some distance away, he still embedded his body directly into the groove.

The anxious wait seemed to slow time, and the sky stared at the blade on the other side almost to the point that his eyes were bloodshot, but the blade only moved towards him at a constant slow speed...... No, on closer inspection, the speed of the blade's movement seems to be really slowing down, but I don't know if this is a problem with the mechanism itself, or if the craftsman was originally so immoral in design, but no matter what, at this time, Zongtian is full of desire to scold the street.

Seeing that the wall was moving at an outrageously slow speed, Zong Tian's patience was finally exhausted. I don't know if it's because of brain cramps, or if there are some fierce elements hidden in Zongtian's temperament, at this time, he actually used his foot to meet the blade directly.

Although as the saying goes, long pain is better than short pain, but the action of congestion in his brain is something that even Zong Tian himself is a little afraid of. I don't know if it's because of the excessive force, or if the short sword is really so sharp, there is almost no hindrance, Zongtian actually crashed into the groove on the opposite side at once, and the pain didn't seem to be as strong as imagined.

The situation seems to be a little wrong, even if I really don't feel much pain, how can I only feel so little bit through my chest. After carefully moving his body, he realized that he was not nailed to the wall. After that, he slowly left the groove, and the short sword that had been standing in the groove had disappeared.

Gently stroking the wound that had been stabbed in the chest, but the skin that was only slightly scratched was obviously not dangerous. What, it turned out that I was just being tricked. Although being teased was not a happy thing at all, Zongtian almost laughed out loud at this time, and this feeling of being in a desperate situation made him feel that his body was a little lighter.

But the joy did not last long, for the change did not prevent the walls from closing, and apart from the pain of not piercing the sword, the same situation was still to be faced. Looking at the wall that was already close in front of him, Zongtian didn't seem to have too many options, all he could do was to re-embed his body into the groove that had been prepared for him a long time ago.

With a dull thud, the walls closed completely, and the sky returned to darkness. It's just that this time it's not just the darkness that restricts him, but the extremely small space also allows him to stand quietly in it.

Standing is naturally nothing, and the darkness is also something that Zongtian can adapt to, but this feeling of depression that is almost close to the body can easily drive a person crazy, but Zongtian found some familiar feelings at this time.

Where have you ever encountered this feeling?

Although what echoed in Zongtian's mind at this time was just such a fluttering thought, how could people not be nervous when they were trapped in such an environment? It can be regarded as a little familiar with the craftsman's routine, although the previous Zongtian seems to have struggled in those two walls for a long time, but in fact, it should be just a few minutes, and that is getting faster and faster He feels that the craftsman is not talking casually, of course, this is what he wants to believe.

Since the moment he was trapped, Zongtian had a slight sense of familiarity, and he also took advantage of the situation to focus his attention on this sudden thought. Because in this kind of scene, as if he was buried alive, he didn't dare to imagine what terrible things would happen if he became hysterical.

Where did you encounter it?

Although Zongtian was asking himself, his mind was only running slowly, he was afraid that he would remember the answer too soon, he was afraid that the time would be shorter than the trial of the craftsman, if that was the case, he would have to return to the reality of being trapped. But this idea is good, but God seems to have been against Zongtian today, although he is only slowly recalling, but the sense of familiarity only comes from something that happened not long ago, and the similar feeling of being trapped in this way is naturally because of that dream.

Although I thought of the answer, but fortunately, the memories also evoked the afterglow of the dream, and a trace of light footsteps began to float in Zongtian's ears, and Zongtian was also desperately grasping the life-saving straw.

I have to say that Zongtian's current situation is really suitable for recall. After all, his body was almost immobile at this time, and his eyes were completely dark, and his ears were almost completely silent except for the sound of footsteps that seemed to be auditory hallucinations. If he can lie down at this time, it seems that everything can be called perfect, but what can he ask for at this time?

As Zongtian focused his attention on the light footsteps, he seemed to return to the dream, and the vision that had been only dark was also shrouded in thick fog again, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Since it was destined to be a sweet experience, the predicament at this time seemed to slowly turn into a kind of enjoyment, so the sound of the stone wall being removed did not seem to be a heavenly sound at this time.

"What's the situation? Why did he stand still? ”

It seems that because there has been no movement for a long time, the craftsman's voice also sounded at this time, but the person who still had his eyes closed turned a deaf ear to such a voice.

"Don't move? Let me see. It seemed that because something unknown was transmitting such words, Yang Ling's voice was a little out of shape.

"Nothing will be a problem, will it?"

"Probably not, it's only been half a minute."

The words came to an abrupt end at this point, but the matter did not end, because the two people who had just spoken to him had already come to Zongtian's side in just a moment.

"What's wrong with him?" This voice is Yang Ling.

"How do I know?" And this one is a little strange, but if you listen carefully, this voice seems to be somewhat similar to the voice of the craftsman just now, but this voice sounds like a woman's voice, and Zongtian didn't feel this way before.

"Why don't you know what you did?"

"Do you know the results of your experiments before you do them?"

"That's just as well."

"And it's obviously your choice."

"What do you choose?" In such a noisy environment, it is naturally impossible for Zong Tian to dream again, although he still wants to experience some of the previous feelings.

"What he chose means is that he chose the next two trials for you."

Although Zongtian's words were asked by Yang Ling, such an answer was obviously not from Yang Ling's mouth. Ignoring the room that came and went suddenly for no reason, the true face of the craftsman had already broken into Zongtian's eyes. It was a woman with fluffy hair, although she was completely lazy at this time, but some messy hair and clothes could not hide her outstanding appearance, but even so, the anger that had begun to burn in the sky could not be extinguished so easily.

"Even if he chose it, then you designed these tricks like tricks after all, right?" Although he clearly grasped the key point of the matter, this means that Zongtian will not settle accounts with Yang Ling.

"Tricks?!" I don't know if Zong Tian has touched some terrible taboo, the woman is also angry, and her messy hair seems to have a tendency to stand up, like a cat that is furious.