Learmey whispered again, "Stellary, I'm a little hungry, can we find something to eat first." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Duchamp suddenly realized that in fact, everyone in the team was hungry, and from morning to now, everyone seemed to have eaten the noon feast of sweat medicine.

He stretched out his hand, took out an apple, and handed it to Liermu: "Eat! ”

Learmel said in surprise: "You conjured this thing?" ”

Duchamp shook his head: "It was taken out of the ring." "This stalk once successfully dealt with the little prince, and now it is used against these adults.

As he spoke, he took out another bag of cakes, handed it to Olivier, and fooled: "This is the effect of magic items, but people nowadays don't know how to make them, and my one is still passed down from the master." These foods are put into the space of the ring, the rotting rate is very slow, and they can be placed for many days, so it is very convenient to carry, and it is also convenient to store some small things in it. With that, he took out Olivier's pistol again.

Olivier happily pinned the pistol back to his waist, and reacted with hindsight: "No wonder, I used to think that you could pull out whatever you needed. ”

"It's so convenient, I'd like to have one too!" Liermu muttered.

"Hurry up and eat, find a place to rest before dark, and I'll make something fun for you."

"What's fun?"

"We'll talk about it when the time comes!"

After a while, Learmour suddenly asked, "Steiry, why are all these things you have packed up are fruits, candies, and cookies?" ”

"Because this is a gift ready for Lori and Shota!" Duchamp replied inwardly.

Of course, what Learmor heard, "Of course it's because these things have been stored longer." ”

"Oh!" Liermu kindly believed it, and after a while, he chewed on his pastry and sighed with emotion: "If only you had packed up some of their food at the Speaker's house last night." ”

Duchamp pouted: "If we can be such an unpredictable prophet, we don't go to that broken banquet last night, it's better to run away in advance." ”

After walking for a while, Mura suddenly said: "Something is wrong, there seem to be artificial traces on this island!" ”

"Why?" Duchamp turned his head left and right to look for so-called artificial traces.

"If you look closely at this mountain, and at the path we are taking, it seems that many years ago it was manipulated and suitable for human walking. It's just that time has passed, and it has gradually been abandoned. Mura pointed to the stone path that everyone was climbing.

"But if it is man-made, it is too laborious, and all the stones on the mountain have to be chiseled flat, and there is no trace of carving in these stones."

"If it is naturally generated, there are indeed some places where such natural paths will be generated, but pure natural stone paths will definitely not be able to walk for such a long time without obstacles, it must have some place that suddenly stretches out or disconnects."

Duchamp looked at these strange paths and suddenly thought of a possibility: "It is likely that the ancients used large-scale guiding spells to transform them." ”

"Ugh!" Learmour was dumbfounded by the answer.

"By the way, everyone has eaten, if you want to go to the toilet, go now, and find a leeward place, and finally, cover it up with leaves or something, so that no one can calculate the time we have passed." Duchamp took the trouble to instruct.

"Uh, don't change the subject so fast, I'm still eating!"

"Before it gets dark, we go to the middle of the mountain and find a suitable cave to spend the night." Mura said.

At this moment, Duchamp suddenly felt that the sky was full of searching telekinesis, and he suddenly remembered the positioning function of the ship, could they have repaired it so quickly, or did burning the radar not damage this function at all?

Olivier seemed to sense this ability, and he was looking left and right in confusion.

"Hide, run to the depths of the cavern, they're scanning our location!" Duchamp said nervously.

He could feel that some kind of force in the air was already staring at them.

In the distant sea, four speedboats locked the island from all sides. Brother Lan Mao stood on the combat boat, his eyes were looking in the direction where Duchamp and they were hiding, and after a while, he looked in another direction, and after a while, he clearly felt that on the top of the mountain, there seemed to be a breath as well.

He estimated the location of the three breaths, assigned a search task to his subordinates, and then, alone, sped towards the one he thought was the most suspicious, that is, the location of the four of Duchamp.

Dušan struggled to get off Mura's back, his organs were already working, and the space inside the cave was wide and narrow, and Mura could not move on his back.

"If this is artificially processed, then the guy who processed this thing is too skinny!" Learmey muttered as he lowered his head and rounded a narrow passage.

At the passage ahead, everyone was stunned. There are three junctions ahead, one up, one down, and one parallel.

After more than ten minutes, everyone came to the mouth of a cave, but this hole was much smaller. Continuing on, there was a winding path, high and low, and if you walked a little further, it turned out to be a dead end, and everyone had to retreat again.

"Let's go up." Duchamp chose a random path, holding a tiny illuminator in his hand, which was still a gift from gambling on the exchange.

After taking two more steps, he suddenly thought of something, reached out and took off his blood-stained clothes, threw them into the downward passage, and took out another clean garment and put it on.

A little further up, they found that the cave was layered, and there was clearly another layer on top. Duchamp estimated the direction, walked to the deepest and darkest place, and after walking for a while, he found that he had actually touched an interesting place, where the forks in the front and back and left and right were no longer arranged according to the road, but showed irregular shapes, some wide and some narrow, intersecting each other.

"It's too dangerous here, and if you're not careful, you'll get lost." Mura took two steps and whispered to Duchamp.

"No, we need this road now, and it's safe to hide in it." Duchamp turned around, urged the two people behind him, chose a random path, and walked inside.

"Styry, are we really not going to get lost like this?" Learmel asked in horror as he touched in.

"No, it won't." Duchamp affirms that he has been turning on the mapping function. However, in this space where intersections come and go, even Duchamp could not grasp the direction correctly and took a lot of unjust roads.

Just as Duchamp adjusted his direction again, he saw a large red dot at the edge of the map. Damn, in such an environment, he can still track it down, this is really a dog's nose.

Duchamp scolded irritably, looked at his surroundings, and quickly made a decision.

He made a gesture asking everyone not to speak, and then led everyone back to a dead spot like a cat's ear that had been inadvertently detected by taking the wrong path just now, and opened the 'Sultan's Palace'.

"Wow!" Learmor couldn't help but let out a low sigh of admiration.

"Come on in!" Duchamp urged anxiously.

After everyone entered the tent, Duchamp hurriedly pulled up the zipper of the tent and whispered, "Don't make a noise, Brother Lanmao is here." ”

Seeing everyone's frightened eyes, he hurriedly added: "This tent has a certain effect of hiding breath, if he doesn't go to this cave, he won't be able to find us, let's take the opportunity to rest." ”

"What if he finds out about us?" Mura asked.

Duchamp said coldly: "Then we will fight with him." ”

Li Ermu suddenly felt that his blood was also boiling, and at this moment he wished that he would also become a master of the Holy Age, and cut that hateful blue-haired brother into two pieces with a single sword.

Mura nodded in agreement, and when he saw Duchamp sitting down to rest, he also sat down silently. In the afternoon, out of concern for Olivier's safety, he swallowed his anger, and when he saw Duchamp leaning his face over to be stepped on in a low voice, promising countless benefits, but still unable to get the mercy of the other party, he was eager to go up and fight for his life.

The other two sat down to rest.

Brother Lanmao, who rushed straight in the cave without hesitation, suddenly found that his prey aura was gone.

Affected by the environment of the cave, his spiritual exploration ability could not go far, but his perception was just as good, and even the change in air temperature brought about by Duchamp and the others just walking by, he could keenly perceive it.

But in this strange cave space, he suddenly found that his three moves had failed, and he walked forward in confusion from the place where Duchamp and the others had disappeared lastly, and then walked back, and in the darkness, he suddenly felt disoriented.

He even guessed the actions of Duchamp and the others: they must have gotten lost in this place, spun around for a while, and then turned back again.

As a last resort, Brother Lan Mao used a certain secret method, which greatly increased his exploration power, but this secret method that consumed quite mental power did not gain anything. He walked around in confusion only one or two hundred meters away from Duchamp and the others, thought for a while, and searched again in the direction he thought was possible, and finally, he was dismayed to find that he had completely lost the whereabouts of these people.

To make matters worse, as he went around two more laps without giving up, he found that he seemed to be lost!

"Can someone like me get lost? It's ridiculous. He thought to himself.

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