In fact, no matter how powerful the traps and traps are, they all need "focus points" and "trigger points".

The so-called "focus point" is the place where the mechanism is installed.

For example, in this seven-star fantasy tower, the "focus point" of the mechanism is nothing more than the ceiling, walls, and furnishing items, and only in these places can the mechanism be placed.

As for the so-called "trigger point", it is to touch items and special areas to cause the mechanism to fire, Mu Zifeng knows that whether it is a "focus point" or a "trigger point", as long as you maintain a contactless isolation, you can avoid the secret calculation of the mechanism to the greatest extent.

Therefore, Mu Zifeng's best way is to turn his head and exit this tower, so that he can be foolproof.

But the current situation is pressing, and the current situation pushes Mu Zifeng to move forward.

Because of the Zhao family's close pursuit, if they turn back, they will be wiped out.

What's more, the current Jia Fatzi is highly poisonous, and he must find a way to save him, otherwise he will die in Huangquan, after all, Jia Fatzi has been a close friend for many years, and when his life is dying, he must not sit idly by.

Walking forward, it is also to find a good antidote to the poison.

Since there is a dilemma, it is better to take risks on the way forward, Mu Zifeng made up his mind, determined that no matter the Longtan Tiger's Den, he would go to break through and compete with the ghost.

He adopted a stupid method that might work, which was to "throw stones and ask for directions". Mu Zifeng gently put Jia Fatzi on the floor, took out the backpack on his body with his backhand, and used the strength of his arm to first swing back and forth, and then in an arc, and threw it towards the floor where the word "sleepy" was written.

I only heard a "bang", the backpack just hit the ground, and a few "whoosh" sounds piercing the air penetrated into both ears one after another, Mu Zifeng moved the torch forward, and found that a few crossbow arrows were deeply inserted into the backpack.

In this way, the crossbow bolt is the main mechanism of this layer. Mu Zifeng thought secretly in his heart, he raised his head and extended his gaze to the ceiling, the crossbow arrows were shot from the ceiling, if he expected it to be right, the ceiling was equipped with a connected bracket, as long as the pedestrian walked to the floor where the poem was written, and triggered the mechanism under the floor, the crossbow arrows from the ceiling would shoot out one after another, killing people.

"What a curse from heaven." Mu Zifeng couldn't help but sweat, because the staircase leading to the fifth floor was on the east side of the hall, and he was now located at the west staircase of the hall, which meant that if you wanted to go up to the next floor, you had to pass through the hall, and you had to pass through the floor full of words.

"Nerve-wracking, how did it pass?" Mu Zifeng was puzzled, so he could only read the poem back and forth five times, but he never understood the essentials.

To say that he is also familiar with ancient poems, he is a college student, how can he be stumped by these broken poems.

The house leak happened to be raining continuously, and when Mu Zifeng was like ants on a hot pot, he vaguely heard some noisy footsteps, could it be that the Zhao family had already searched it?

Under all kinds of anxiety, Mu Zifeng knew that he had to clear his mind, he was patient, and read it again and again, word by word, but he still found nothing.

Just as Mu Zifeng was about to give up and break in, a strange voice shuttled through the air and reached his ears:

Sacrifice your life to go to the country!

"Who? Who's talking? Mu Zifeng violently looked around, but did not see anyone, only the torch was still "crackling" and burning.

Donating one's life to go to the country? Isn't this exactly the famous sentence in Cao Zhi's "White Horse Chapter"?

Could it be that this poem contains some answer? Mu Zifeng looked and looked on the floor, and he found that there was something strange about the five lines of poetry on the floor.

The first word of the first sentence, and the second word of the second, third, fourth, and fifth sentences are read together, which is the poem "Sacrifice Your Life to the Country".

Miao Miao, Mu Zifeng stroked his palm and smiled, is it a safe passage to follow these five words?

But just now, who was reading the poem? Why remind yourself? Could it be a trap?

Mu Zifeng was surprised, salty sweat flowed down the side of his face to his mouth, and a bold guess came to his mind: Could it be a ghost song?

In the traditional concept, in the taboo of word of mouth, the older generation said that ghosts are actually like wolves, and turning back is either revenge or revenge. Ghosts are generally silent, and once they speak, they either harm or save people.

Thinking of these strange concepts, Mu Zifeng, who is an archaeological intern, categorically denied these unfounded rumors, and an even more ridiculous idea emerged in his mind:

Could it be that Fat Jia is talking?

He hurriedly turned around and found that the fat man who was leaning on the railing of the stairs was still slumped there.

Soon, Mu Zifeng denied his whimsy, because Jia Fatzi didn't learn and didn't know anything, it was absolutely impossible to know Cao Zijian's poem, and it was clearly not Jia Fatzi's accent just now, but it wasn't him talking, so who could it be?

The sound of "clang" climbing the stairs sounded downstairs, Mu Zifeng knew that the Zhao family was likely to climb the tower, time was pressing, Mu Zifeng had no time to think, he could only take a risk, he didn't care about judging the good and the bad, and tried to walk over according to the arrangement of the poem.

Sure enough, in just ten seconds, Mu Zifeng walked over, and unimpeded, after the word "sleepy", Mu Zifeng was about to take the backpack back, but found that he couldn't lift it at all, and the crossbow arrow was deeply inserted into the floor, so he could only take out the flying tiger claws in the backpack.

Mu Zifeng, who had waded through the dangerous place, was just about to go up the next floor, and remembered Jia Fatzi at the staircase, so he had to turn around and return and carry Jia Fatzi on his back, Jia's 180-pound body made Mu Zifeng feel that his waist was about to break. The heavier the load, the faster Mu Zifeng walked, and after a while, he came to the staircase leading to the fifth floor.

The fifth floor, Yuheng Palace.

Mu Zifeng looked at the furnishings in the Yuheng Palace, although there was also a statue of Lian Zhen Xingjun, the offering table and tablet were readily available, and the tablet was written "The grandfather of the Mu family is magnificent".

To Mu Zifeng's surprise, there was actually a desk and stool in the lobby, there was a dim oil lamp on the desk, and there was a granite platform on the left side of the lobby, with a red fire burning inside, and a big copper tripod standing on the fire, I don't know what was cooking.

Mu Zifeng took a closer look and found that the outside of the platform was carved with figures, and the patterns were connected to see that some ceremony was being held.

Is there an antidote here? Mu Zifeng turned his attention to the copper tripod again, he just stood on tiptoe, just wanted to see what was cooking in the copper tripod, the dense footsteps from downstairs made him immediately give up this idea, and now the top priority is to hide.

Mu Zifeng knew that it would be too late to carry the 180-pound Jia Fat Man on his back and continue to go upstairs. What's more, even if you run to the top of the tower, where else can you go? must be discovered by the Zhao family. He is the son of the Mu family, and he was found to have secretly invaded the Zhao family, not to mention the loss of face, the important thing is that he must be guarded against by the second uncle, and it will be even more difficult to find out about his father next time.

Mu Zifeng glanced at the right side of the lobby, and a gold-lacquered coffin was in front of him, the coffin was only half open, and it looked even more strange under the dim and flickering lights.

Thinking of this, Mu Zifeng did not hesitate at all, he blew out the torch, threw the torch into the bonfire under the table, walked to the edge of the coffin, picked up Jia Fatzi and put it in the coffin, and he also got into it, and tried to close the coffin lid.

Because he couldn't work hard in the coffin, the coffin lid was still about a foot empty, Mu Zifeng saw three people walking up with flashlights through the gap, and he secretly said "It's dangerous".

A voice with a northeast accent sounded: "This guy is, he must have gotten into this mess." ”

The other voice was somewhat familiar, with a Chang'an accent, as if I had heard it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it.

"Definitely won't run far, this ancient tower is located in a deep valley, and there is a wall of more than ten meters over there, even if they have wings, it will be difficult for them to fly."