"So, you know how to get into the burial chamber?" Professor Pacian's eyes narrowed.

"Of course, dear professor, I'm 100% sure," Faust smirked and rubbed his hands, "hehe...... However, I had to go in on my own. ”

In order to prevent Professor Pacian from getting angry, Faust hurriedly added, "That's because of the protection of my lord Legba, who allowed me to enter and exit this tomb, you know, mortals can't guess the power of the gods......"

Professor Pacien narrowed his eyes and looked at Faust scrutinically, and for a long time, a warm smile appeared on his face, "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Faustus, bring me something." ”

"It's my pleasure, Professor. Faust bent slightly.

"Thank you, Monsieur Faustus, for your kindness will be rewarded. Professor Pacien held Faust's hands tightly and shook them up and down.

Professor Pacien didn't say what he needed, and Faust didn't ask—it must have been something particularly conspicuous.

Professor Pacien let go of Faust's hands, took two steps back, and held out his hands in a gesture of please.

Faust nodded, and cautiously stepped into the tunnel, which had been deposited with a thick layer of dust. Faust's steps were very light, but they still stirred up a large puff of smoke. "Cough, cough, cough......" The heavy dust choked Faust and coughed.

Faust was furious that Faust was angry that he was in the middle of a pile of ashes, choking on tears and coughing up tears, mostly against Professor Pacien who forced him in, and a small part against the designer of the access control—couldn't he just add a little dusting to this psionic ability?

Faust finally reached the wall, and the smoke and dust had filled the hallway, and even his figure was completely obscured.

This wall is the entrance to the gate, the only flaw in the entire corridor.

Faust touched the wall, he had just touched the stone wall outside the corridor, and the feeling was far less intense than this time, the structure of this psychic power was delicate and stable, full of regularity. Faust

It is difficult to describe the experience of the spirit coming into contact with this structure with the five senses, and if it were to be compared, it would be like the most dazzling gemstone of all time, cut with the most perfect cut in the world, and then placed in front of the most greedy man in the world, and the intoxication and possessiveness in that person's heart will be strengthened a thousandfold.

Faust's mind was about to melt into this feeling, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

Suddenly, Faust shuddered and woke up from his intoxication, and he smiled bitterly - it turned out that the imprint of Legba was shining in his mind, and it had saved Faust once again.

It seems that the specifications of this "access control" are even higher than imagined, Faust's heart sank, if it was someone else who had the "password" of the access control, I am afraid that he would easily die in the illusion just now.

In addition to this, Faust is not without gains, such as...... When this labyrinth was being built, I am afraid that there were already betrayers, and if it were not for this, there would be no need to add this last resort.

It can be seen that the status of this betrayer is very high, high enough to have access to this "code book" of access control. It is very likely that this betrayer is connected to the so-called "traitor" that Daddy Regba wants him to seek.

In this labyrinth trip, Faust originally only wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of the samurai chief Kuaza, but he didn't expect that accidents would occur frequently, and his plans were completely out of control, but he let himself have this unexpected gain.

Faust couldn't help but think that there really is a so-called destiny in the world, and that it is now favoring him?

He shook his head, banishing this weak thought out of his mind—everything he had earned was won by talent and hard work, and the so-called fate was just a deceptive thing made up by himself.

Faust took a deep breath and began to decipher this powerful psionic energy using the methods at his disposal.

Outside, Professor Pacien and the old toad Hama, only to see Faust frowning and cautiously walking into the ash heap, and then his figure was drowned in the stirring smoke, and the smoke and dust even flew to the side of the two, causing the old toad to sneeze several times in a row.

When the dust settles again, the two are surprised to find that Faust has disappeared in place, leaving only a row of footprints in the dusty corridor towards the wall.

Faust carefully arranges the psychic powers, confined them to the shape of silk threads, vibrating according to different cycles and frequencies.

These threads are the "password" to unlock the door control - this psionic energy contains many unique psionic structures, which correspond to the vibrational frequency of the psionic silk threads, and as long as you memorize the corresponding rules, you can pass through the access control.

Faust had deciphered the code from the codebook, and now he was trying to get through the curfew.

"Ding~Ding~Dang~~", this is the silk string vibrating. In the psyker's hearing, the vibrations of these strings produce a unique sound, and the vibrations of countless strings converge into a melody.

"Opening the door with music, quite an elegant idea. Faust was a critic.

As the music played, Faust's vision began to change – the curfew was slowly opening.

“...... Knock~~" As the last note fell silent, the blurred scene in front of Faust's eyes became clear again. "Whew......" Faust wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and if he made a mistake in opening the door, he would be trapped between his mind and reality until another psychic came to his rescue—which, according to the psychic man's personality, often meant being trapped forever.

Faust patted his chest and began to take a closer look at his surroundings.

It was a small stone chamber, with two-foot square gold plates embedded in the stone walls, and the words of the Toad People were written on them—it now appears that this was supposed to be the writing of the ancient Empire, and that the Toad People were its users, not creators—and that the silhouette of Legba showed that the Ancient Empire was at least a nation of humanoid races.

But these were foils to the thing Faust was staring at.

In the center of the stone chamber, there is a stone platform that fits perfectly into the ground. The stone platform is not overly decorated, it is just a square stone pillar about three feet high, with a round table top, about half a foot thick.

If anything's special, it's probably that the workmanship is so perfect that Faust doesn't see any flaws – the shape of the table is almost perfect geometry.

While the stone platform is stunning, the real attraction is what sits on it. Faust had never seen such an evil object - he saw it every day, but he never thought it could look so disgusting.

He cursed in his heart, Pacian, you want this thing?