Professor Pacien scratched the back of his head, he wasn't panicked, others might be afraid of graves, but he wasn't afraid, he was a well-known archaeologist, and the tombs he had touched were not a hundred or eighty, most of them were not dangerous.

However, no one likes to see a person lost in a labyrinth, and the professor is certainly no exception.

Therefore, the most important thing now is to meet everyone.

Professor Pacien thought for a moment, turned around, and walked behind him—the easiest way to join everyone was to go back to where they started.

The professor walked cautiously with a torch and one hand against the wall. Although there have been few mechanisms along the way so far, it is likely that Faust has been leading everyone on the right path, and now, Professor Pacion is not sure if he is still on the right path.

Fortunately, the professor walked for a long time, and he didn't encounter any organs, maybe he was really on the right path, the professor thought suspiciously.

Once the voice of thought is released, it is difficult to take it back, not to mention that this dark environment can stimulate people's imagination even more. Professor Pacien thought of the right path, and then of his own dreams, and of the symbols in his dreams......

Wait, symbols?

Professor Pacien crouched down and looked closely along the corner, and soon he found a symbol in the pattern, which he remembered very well, and this symbol was one of the symbols he had seen in his dream.

Professor Pacien could not contain his excitement and exclaimed in a low voice, "Sure enough!" and then he fixed the torch to the wall and pulled out his notebook to write.

Soon, Professor Pacion finished taking notes and closed his notebook. He stood up, smacked his lips in satisfaction, and continued walking back. He walked for a while, and as if he couldn't help but look down at the corner of the wall, and sure enough, there was another symbol there!

Professor Pasien hurriedly crouched down, spread out his notebook, and continued to record what he had learned. In this way, every once in a while, the professor discovers a symbol.

At first, the professor wanted to find Faust and the others as soon as possible, but as time went on, the professor became more and more immersed in academic emotions, and he began to actively look for symbols, sometimes sitting on the ground, looking through his notes to find the connection between the symbols, and sometimes looking back to see if he had missed something.

There seemed to be no end to the road, and the professor was unable to find anyone after recording all the more than a hundred symbols.

But he was not in a hurry at all, and the professor straightened up, moved his stiff cervical spine, and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead.

"Whew...... It's worth the trip, these symbols...... These symbols will surely raise my academic fame to the next level, and I will become the premier archaeological expert in the university!"

"This word should be ...... here," Professor Pasion muttered to himself, "This is kind of like a ...... on the 423rd floor of the Abyss"

On his open notebook, the symbols are no longer arranged in the corridor, but one east and one west, arranged in an array like a picture, and the twisted lines are connected to each other, forming an abstract bull's head profile.

"Haha! done! Well, it's time to find Faust and them. The professor closed his notes, stretched his back, and stood up.

"Oh, I almost forgot about that. Now this is more important than anything else. The professor patted his brain, as if to blame his memory, and reached for the notes on the ground.

......At this moment, a gust of wind blew away the notebook that was still on the ground, and the pages of the book were reactionary, stopping at the page where the runes were twisted.

The professor ignored it, picked up his notebook, and raised his leg to leave.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"Wind?"

The labyrinth does have a ventilation system, but it is never enough to blow this level of wind.

There was a soft "poof" sound, as if blowing out a candle, and the professor's torch went out. The embers of the torches emitted a faint glow, reflecting a wisp of green smoke rising up. Darkness surged and engulfed the entire hallway.

"Smack. The notebook fell to the ground, right next to the torch, and Mars, as if sensing his last chance to survive, quickly climbed up the page, and suddenly the bright light of the fire reflected on the spread out notebook, which happened to open the page of the bull's head symbol.

The flames quickly engulfed the entire notebook, leaving only a rapidly dimming fireball in its place.

Faust stands in the middle of a crossroads, looking for a way back to his original passage—the only correct passage he knows.

Just now, when he and the old toad Hama were desperately avoiding the zombies, they were completely lost, and when they got rid of the zombies and wanted to find the others, they found out about this question.

"Of course we got rid of the zombies, and not only that, but we also got rid of our sense of direction. Faust said half-jokingly to old Hama.

This is the second time Faust has felt less at ease.

"Damn, what's going on?" Faust even pulled a map out of his pocket to compare it with, but couldn't find out where he was in the labyrinth.

"It's as if the labyrinth would change on its own. Faust closed the map and felt the notch on the wall, this was the third time he had passed through this junction.

Faust had to admit that his plans had gotten out of control due to a small oversight—he never expected that he would get lost with the map in hand.

Old Toad Hama once again took on his own role, the one in charge of the panic in the group, and he said worriedly, "Can we still find an exit?"

Faust didn't dare to pack the ticket this time, and he decided to prevaricate in his usual way, "Brother Hama, I emphasize to you for the third time - and I will be more detailed this time - you have to keep a positive attitude, and in order to accomplish this goal, you must first learn not to say depressing things, so don't bring up this depressing topic again, okay?"

The old toad Hama was silent, and although Faust could still feel his concern, his trust in Faust could suppress this trivial psychological problem for the time being.

Seeing that the old toad's mood had stabilized, Faust decided to continue looking for a way back to the right path, "Let's take this path this time," he pointed to the only one of the four that had not been taken, "since the other three are not right, then the rest must be right." ”

After saying this, Aunt Faustus walked ahead first, and the old toad Hama hurriedly followed with a torch.

The two walked along the passage for a while, and Faust was the first to break the silence, he turned back and said to the old toad with a relaxed expression: "Look, Brother Hama, there are no corners in this passage, and we cannot go back to that crossroads, so we must have found the right direction......"

"That...... Apostle ...... Look at the road, ......" the old toad's tone was very embarrassed.

"Huh?" Faust didn't understand the old toad's words.

"Boom!" said Faust slammed headfirst into the stone wall—now he understood what old Hama had said.

"How is that possible? ...... just now," Faust was angry and surprised, and the road, which had been stretched all the way to the darkness ahead, now turned at ninety degrees to the sides, forming a T-junction with the coming road.

"Mr. Fuustus, is that you? Are you alright?" said a hand from his left. Faust subconsciously took his hand and stood up with the strength of the other party.

"I'm fine. Faust patted the dirt on his body, "Thank you, Professor Pacion. ”