The stone door closed with a bang after the two entered, and it was pitch black all around.

After a few moments, the candle on the wall slowly lit, and Henry Bacon saw his surroundings clearly.

Countless vines climbed on top of the stone wall, enclosing the room, and a huge quirky statue stood in front of them, the ground covered with piles and piles of small squares made of stone, barely even a place to stay...... It looks like someone left here on purpose.

"Are you alright?"

He looked at Wang Feng and asked.

Wang Feng shook his head and looked at Henry Bacon with a haggard expression: "It's okay." ”

Since Wang Feng didn't want to say it, Henry Bacon didn't ask much, and slowly walked towards the stone wall.

"I have to find a way, hurry up and get out......" Wang Feng also relieved himself and walked over.

"The exit should be blocked by these vines." Henry Bacon pushed aside the vines and found that there were still some frescoes left on the stone wall, but most of the frescoes had been smoothed out by the time, and they could not be seen before.

Wang Feng vaguely felt that there seemed to be something next to the statue: "Is there something at that point?" ”

"Huh?"

Henry Bacon walked up to Wang Feng's side, looked in the direction he said, and did see a yellow backpack.

"Yellow backpack?"

Wang Feng looked at Henry Bacon in surprise: "How do you know it's a yellow backpack?" ”

Although there was some light around, he could only see it clearly, and the distance between the statue and the two of them was just out of the light, and Henry Bacon could see it clearly, which couldn't help but surprise Wang Feng.

"I should have activated my talent as well." Henry Bacon laughed, then crouched on the ground and picked up the blocks scattered on the ground.

"What the hell are these things?" After speaking, he handed the stone cube in his hand to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng, who took the square, shook his head: "I can't see it." ”

Wang Feng's mind is now full of things about Van Gogh and Faust, and he has no time to care about everything in front of him.

Henry Bacon watched Wang Feng slowly stand up: "Are we really friends?" ”

"Why do you ask?"

"Can't you tell me what's going on?" Henry Bacon patted Wang Feng on the shoulder: "Although you say it's okay, there are some things that can't be hidden." From the very beginning, you have always become wrong. ”

"I ......" Wang Feng looked at Henry Bacon with a very embarrassed expression: "I don't know what to say......"

He stepped over the blocks and walked over to the giant statue, picking up the yellow backpack that was sitting next to it.

"Someone has been here...... There are still some things in the backpack, which are a bit heavy. ”

Henry Bacon sighed: "You don't change the subject, there is nothing that cannot be said." ”

Wang Feng didn't pay attention to Henry Bacon, but squatted down and opened the yellow backpack, the zipper on it had begun to rust, and a foul smell emanated from the backpack.

A pair of withered hands were glued together in the backpack, and there were many unknown little bugs gnawing on the stumps there.

Although Wang Feng was mentally prepared, he was also taken aback.

Henry Bacon saw that Wang Feng ignored him and hurriedly came to his side, but when he saw the contents of the yellow backpack, he directly covered his mouth and turned clouds in his stomach.

"Vomit ......"

Wang Feng pulled up the backpack and put it back in its original place.

"Who the hell left these things here......"

He looked at the small squares all over the ground and had a feeling in his heart, these small squares were the most important clues.

"Whew...... It's disgusting. ”

Henry Bacon looked at Wang Feng: "What are you looking at?" ”

"I feel like these little squares must have some purpose, it's just that we don't know, it may have something to do with us going out."

Wang Feng picked up the small square and weighed it.

Henry Bacon pointed to the stone wall: "There are frescoes on the stone wall, although they are badly worn, but they should give us clues. ”

"Really?"

Wang Feng looked at the stone wall and ripped off the vines on it. Seeing this, Henry Bacon also hurried up to help.

But there were too many vines, and no matter how much the two of them pulled, they couldn't tear them all off. On the contrary, the vines seem to be becoming more and more numerous.

After a lot of hard work, Wang Feng finally saw some of the murals on the stone wall, and the paint on them seemed to be pasted with metal, which fit perfectly with the stone wall.

"Did you find anything?"

Henry Bacon looked at Wang Feng anxiously.

"These murals are not painted by humans, the paint on them seems to be metal from the earth, and the perfect fit between the metal and the stone wall can be said to be impeccable."

Wang Feng touched the mural: "And there are some lines on it......"

Before he could finish the murals, the vines grew and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering them again.

Seeing this, Wang Feng withdrew his hand, and then looked at the ground again.

"I just escaped from a secret room, and I only came to a secret room...... How can we find Van Gogh? ”

Wang Feng did not respond, and Henry Bacon looked serious.

"You're going to reply anyway!"

Henry Bacon didn't expect Wang Feng to ignore him, and he was a little impatient for a while.

"Don't be noisy...... I'm more annoyed than you now. Wang Feng roared directly.

This was the first time Henry Bacon saw Wang Feng get so angry, and quickly closed his mouth.

"Nightmare...... What is it? What exactly does Faust want to do? ”

Wang Feng sighed: "You can't think about this now...... Gotta find a way to escape. ”

Realizing the rude he had just given to Henry Bacon, he stood up and looked at Henry Bacon: "I'm sorry. ”

Henry Bacon smiled: "I should say I'm sorry...... No matter how irritable you are right now, you should find a way to get out first. Otherwise, everything will be in vain. ”

"Hmm!"

Wang Feng looked up at the ceiling, these small squares on the ground obviously fell from the ceiling, and where the small squares fell, there would be a gap in the ceiling.

"Do you mean to put these little squares back in their original places?"

He shook his head and looked at the yellow backpack again: "That guy has collected so many hands, why do you put your hands here?" It felt more like an escape. In this case, it proves that there were exports before, but why are there no exports now? ”

Wang Feng rubbed his temples and came to the side of the yellow backpack again: "Why is the backpack placed next to the statue......" He flipped the backpack and was surprised to find that there was wind coming from under the statue, and he couldn't help but be a little happy: "Could it be that there is a secret passage under this statue?" ”

"Wang Feng!"

"Wait a minute, I'll think about things again!"

"Leave that alone! Look around......"