I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't think of a reason.

More importantly, if there is more than one trap, then we will not be able to prevent it in the future.

Although Tang Jue acted alone and had an accident, next time, who can guarantee that there will be no danger in collective action?

Miyazaki didn't participate in our discussion, he came to the edge of the trap, paced back and forth, and carefully examined the ceiling above and the surrounding walls. Then, he walked silently forward, and it took a long time to turn back.

"Have you noticed that there are no adult red-bellied corpse worms around this trap and on the ceiling......

Hearing him say that, I couldn't help but raise my head. Sure enough, the walls around the trap and the ceiling above it were clean, and not a single flying insect was entrenched. But what does this mean?

"Feel where the air flow in this secret passage comes from?" Miyazaki continued.

"Like...... Is it from the top of the head? Anna thought thoughtfully.

Miyazaki nodded, saying that the trap was filled with red-bellied corpse insect larvae that had been specially bred by humans, and that the adults with wings would fly out and fix the life scene on the ground of the secret passage.

Species that live in the same group often have an instinctive habit of adults to take care of the larvae, and if he guessed correctly, the vents in this secret passage come from above, and the lack of adults around the trap is to avoid causing air blockages and affecting the growth of the larvae.

"In other words, as long as we try to be as careful as possible in our progress or avoid the ground around us that is not surrounded by red-bellied corpse worms, these traps will not be able to restrain our ......"

Miyazaki's analysis makes a lot of sense, but why was it okay when our large army passed by before, and Donjue himself had an accident?

Miyazaki thought for a moment and said that our thinking is too fixed, and the trap does not have to be triggered when stepped on, and the trigger conditions can be varied, such as humidity, temperature, or the number of touches.

We all had the ice powder sprinkled by Zhu He on our bodies before, and the body surface temperature was very low, and Tang Jue went to release water, and the temperature of the urine touched the ground and triggered the trap of temperature sensing, which is also entirely possible.

In short, we can't stay here for long, and even if we know where the trap is, it is inevitable that something new will arise, so it is best to leave the place as soon as possible.

The crowd moved on. The trail is winding and curved, and in some places resembles a roller coaster track.

At the beginning, we could vaguely distinguish the direction and altitude, and after more than ten turns in a row, we simply didn't think about the direction and height, as long as there was a road, we walked straight forward.

In fact, in a closed environment, I am most afraid of this kind of thought, but when you are really in it, this mechanical thought involuntarily comes out of your head, and the longer you are in it, the more prosperous it becomes.

We walked for about an hour, and the temperature gradually dropped, and there were fewer and fewer red-bellied corpses around the walls and ceilings, until finally we couldn't see a single one.

The hearts of the people did not let go of their burdens, but they were even more worried.

In fact, this road is quite stable. With the lessons of the past, each of us was doubly careful when passing through the ground that was not surrounded by red-bellied corpse worms, lest we be attacked.

Although this secret passage is tortuous, there is no fork in the road, and it also greatly reduces the chance of extraneous branches.

With the disappearance of the red-bellied corpse worm, the fire on the wall became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared with it, if we didn't have torches in our hands, we would probably fall into a situation where we couldn't see our fingers.

The ground beneath your feet also began to become rugged, not as smooth as before, like walking on a mountain path.

A few hundred meters further on, a wall suddenly appeared in front of our eyes. Road, no more.

Everyone looked at each other, and they were a little confused for a while.

Originally, I thought that even if this secret passage was not the room leading to the witch's flawed song, then at least it should reach some unknown and mysterious location, how could it be a dead end after a long time?

Or is there some kind of mechanism hidden in this wall that needs to be turned on before you can move on?

I stepped forward and reached for the wall. Speaking of a wall, it feels more like a piece of rock, thick and rough, not like it was artificially built.

Under the light of the torches, it didn't take long for me to notice that a large number of patterns had been carved on this rock.

These patterns are so secretive that they would not have been noticeable if they were not for the close proximity and the light source.

They were clustered around each other, numbering about seventeen or eighteen, and their lines looked tricky, not at all beautiful, but exuded an eerie atmosphere.

What is this thing? Art murals?

I don't understand, and fat people are certainly not experts. But this thing didn't know what to think, and suddenly began to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, and after pretending to look at it a few times, he coughed twice and said that he looked at this thing like a gossip map.

I almost burst out laughing.

Big brother, do you want to put a pen and ask you to put on a professional point, when I am a three-year-old? Haven't I seen a gossip map? If this thing is a gossip diagram, then Maimaiti, who makes beef ramen downstairs, is the goddess Athena!

Who knew that Miyazaki and Michael agreed with the fat man's point of view, saying that this thing should seem to be a sermon map of the Hidden Society, although the form is different, but it has the same effect as the Chinese Tai Chi Bagua, also known as Western Bagua.

Now it's my turn to be dumbfounded.

Western gossip? I'm baked! Only...... Just these seventeen or eighteen art murals that resemble chrysanthemums? I directly felt that my IQ had been greatly insulted, and the number alone did not match the gossip!

"But...... How did the monstitic sermon chart appear here? ”

Miyazaki muttered to himself, "Could it be that our investigation was in the wrong direction from the beginning, and this flawed service is not a demon at all, but a ......?"

Before he finished his words, Michael, Anna, and Zhu He's faces suddenly changed, as if they had heard something terrifying.

I couldn't interject, and quietly watched the gang put pen to paper. The heart said that I don't care what kind of bullshit snake god this female demon serves, just get rid of it and it's over, who has the time to talk to your gods.

No one could have imagined that this would be our last conversation on the ground.

Suddenly, suddenly!

All I could feel was a cold wind behind me.

Since being possessed by glutinous rice dumplings, my perception ability has long been far beyond that of ordinary people, and I no longer rely solely on the visual range of my eyes.

I could feel that although the wind was rising from a great distance, it was so fast that before the consciousness in my brain could be formed, it had already killed me in the second half of a millimeter......