Hearing Chunting open his mouth to relieve the siege, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart again.

Chunting was really too smart, and he could see my thoughts just from a few words.

What he said lightly was my guess that I didn't dare to say.

Only such speculation can explain why the door is carved out of gloomy wood.

The first layer is the Tai Room, which contains the god seat of the Emperor of the Five Directions and five mythological statues of the ancient period, which is the place where Wu Zetian sacrifices for the country.

Moreover, since Wu Zetian chose to sleep himself in the Taimur Palace, this also proves that in her heart, the Taimur Hall is sacred and noble, and it is extremely important.

But if our guess is true, this second layer is actually more important than the first layer, so what secrets are hidden in this second layer?

For a moment, I felt a little frightened.

A fear that comes from the unknown.

I was just an ordinary person, but somehow, I got to know them, and like a dream, I embarked on this path that I never dared to think of before.

On this road, I saw more and more things and learned more and more truths, but the more I knew, the more often I couldn't help but panic.

Even if I am as powerful as an ancestral dragon, I can't help but put myself in a safe place in Shenzhou, if I continue, what will be the result?

And I clearly know that even if we don't think about it so long ago, even if we find the clues we need here, there are still people waiting for us after we get out.

Chu Jiang, who doesn't know where he is, and the mastermind behind the scenes, who is bent on my life, may suddenly strike at any time and give us a fatal blow.

This road is rugged and difficult.

Thinking of this, my expression was extremely rich, and everyone looked at my expression and whispered, but no one dared to speak safely.

Seeing the indescribable expression on my face, Chunting suddenly laughed, turned his gaze to me and slowly spoke.

"Han Chuan."

Hearing Chunting's sudden opening, I reflexively agreed, and turned my head to look at him, not knowing what he wanted to say to me.

"Ah, what's wrong Chunting?"

After Chunting called me, he didn't look at me, but turned around and walked aside with everyone, leaving only a sentence that seemed to be casual, obviously not loud, but poured into my ears like Huang Zhong Dalu.

"Han Chuan, don't forget that the man is as dead as iron."

When I heard this, my face straightened, and the fear on my face gradually faded.

Chunting is really wise and close to demons.

Not only was he simply erudite and extremely intelligent, but he knew me very well.

He knew that I was in a mixed mood and was in a panic and couldn't control myself, and no matter what these people said to me, it would be difficult for me to calmly continue the exploration.

And only these seven words from his mouth can calm my restless heart.

It's not just seven words.

Because this sentence was left by my father, it is a motto that I grew up with, and I dare not forget it all the time, and it is naturally very familiar.

After hearing this, I suddenly realized that I knew so many secrets unconsciously, and found that this road was rugged and difficult, and I could no longer be alone if I continued to walk, and even had the idea of escaping.

However, my original intention of embarking on this road was simply to find my father's traces.

Since my father's trace has not yet been found, how can I give up halfway?

It turned out that it was not that this road was too difficult to walk, but that I had lost my original intention.

Moreover, after this not long but unusually wonderful journey, I have long regarded this group as if they were relatives, and I cannot find any reason to abandon them and flee in any way.

The mysterious night white, the memory of Chunting, Xue Nan's expectation, Qi Zhi's dependence, Ling Xuan's freedom and Shen Lang's unreserved trust......

Either way, I can't afford to ignore it.

And there is the most important point.

Who am I?

Whether I believe it or not, Chunting has always insisted that I am the legendary fateful person, and there have always been inextricable clues hinting at me, I am Guiguzi.

And who is the mastermind behind the murder of me?

My first 20 years of life were peaceful, but as soon as I set foot on this road, I was regarded as a thorn in the side by the so-called mastermind behind the scenes, and what is the purpose of this?

Whatever it is, it is preventing me from giving up halfway, and only by continuing can I find my father's traces, fulfill the wishes of this group, and know the original truth of all things.

Thinking of this key, I smiled faintly.

No matter how many secrets there are in this second layer, now that I've come here, I shouldn't have any intention of giving up halfway.

Because the man is as dead as iron.

"Chunting, I understand."

Hearing my voice returning to normal, Chunting smiled faintly, his smile full of relief.

"Now that you've figured it out, let's move on."

Since I decided that I wanted to continue, I couldn't move forward in decadence, so I adjusted my mood, stopped the boundless reverie in my mind, and then walked over to everyone and smiled apologetically at them.

When everyone saw me, they knew that I had figured out the key and would not give up halfway, so they all relaxed and smiled at my apologetic expression.

Next, it's time to keep exploring.

I looked over the gate to see what was carved on the plaque, and everyone understood what I was thinking.

So everyone stopped whispering and began to check the handwriting on the plaque seriously.

But after everyone tried to tell the difference, something embarrassing happened.

We can clearly see that there are indeed three large characters on the plaque, but they are not our common font.

These three characters are rectangular, the strokes are horizontal and vertical, the overall thickness is basically the same, the balance and symmetry on both sides of each word, the spatial division is balanced, the top is tight and the bottom is loose, which is full of fun but is not the text I know.

In short, although these three words are written in three points, they seem to know that they are extraordinary, and they must be done by famous artists.

But we don't know each other.

Chunting suddenly smiled at this time, he looked at those three words seriously, and there was an extremely nostalgic expression in his eyes.

Since Chunting didn't hide it, we naturally found his expression, and when I saw his appearance, I asked tentatively.

"Chunting, do you know these words?"

Chunting didn't say the true content of these three words, but turned his gaze from the plaque to me, and his tone was full of deep meaning.

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