Chapter One Hundred and Four:

"Still, even if it's the same kind, that's a thing of the past. He said with a smile. "Well, then, once of the same kind, since you have woken me up, as is customary, I will answer you a question of this area, and as a former companion, I think you should give it some thought before telling me. ”

"My question has been thought out before, dear elder. Richard's expression was faintly resolute. "I'm hoping to find traces of Starsmark Dust here. ”

"Star-stained dust?" the stony brow of the human face furrowed slightly. "Well, this thing is a long time ago, I remember letting me think about it first? By the way, Star Dust, I remember, it was in the third gap of the red box, in the sky that no one cared about. Well, the answer has already been told to you, goodbye. ”

After speaking, the human face shook his head slightly, and the activated sculpture face quickly solidified, and finally completely turned into an ordinary statue.

A clear crack slowly cracked under the nose of the face.

With a 'click', the human face shattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground, and a large hole appeared in the position of the human face just now.

Through the big hole, everyone can vaguely see that behind the cave is a circular road made of stone walls.

The direction of the road is slowly facing down, and it is pitch black, and I don't know where it leads.

Richard looked at the big hole in the wall with a solemn face, paused, and then turned his head to signal Rubeus behind him.

Without stopping, Rubeus walked over to the wall again and waved his fist.

Two minutes later.

The group walked through the dark stone wall and came to the corridor.

The silent corridor was filled with the sound of crisp footsteps.

There were no anomalous patterns on either side of the corridor, and two black-robed people with torches walked in the front.

The orange-yellow firelight illuminated the surroundings, swaying gently as it moved.

Ron surveyed the passage from time to time. The arm flicked and touched the hilt of the sword at his waist from time to time, and his heart was even more vigilant.

I don't know why, since he entered this corridor, he has a strong sense of crisis.

It was a feeling of being watched with a hostile gaze.

'Delusion!?'

Ron, wearing a helmet, frowned deeply, and he looked at the black-robed men in front of him. But nothing out of the ordinary.

Richard, on the other hand, stared intently at the darkness in front of him, with no expression on his face, but anyone could see the eagerness in his eyes.

As everyone moved down the road, the normal temperature gradually became lower.

After only five minutes, everyone's breath was white, and condensed hoarfrost could occasionally be seen on the ground.

'Shhh ’

Suddenly, a slight voice rang out not far behind Ron.

"Huh?"

Ron suddenly looked back and realized. There was nothing behind him, only the hazy shadow of the flickering firelight ahead.

The black robe in front didn't seem to hear the sound, and still walked forward.

Frowning, he turned around and moved on.

It's just a few steps.

'Hiss'

The voice came again, this time closer to his back.

'Bang!'

Ron jerked out his two-handed sword at his waist and stopped. staring behind him with a solemn face.

He felt it, and the voice was from after entering the corridor. The master who had been watching him.

Ron's sword drawing made everyone in front of him suddenly stop, and they looked at Ron with strange expressions.

Richard strode over with a gloomy face.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

"My lord, I feel like we've been targeted by something as soon as we enter the corridor, and I heard a voice just now, not far behind us. Ron said respectfully.

"Something?" Richard's gaze swept over the dark corridor they passed.

After a pause, he held out his finger. Flick it gently.

With a 'snap', a black point of light suddenly shot out from his fingertips, quickly sweeping towards the place where his gaze was looking.

Frowning, Richard glanced around and walked towards Vera behind him.

"Did you hear anything just now?"

Vera's elongated bat-wing ears moved. After listening for a while, he shook his head.

"Back to my lord, I haven't heard anything but the wind. ”

"Hmm. Nodding his head, ignoring Ron, who drew his sword, Richard turned back to the middle of the group. "Keep walking. ”

Everyone then moved on.

Seeing this, Ron looked at the hazy shadow shaking behind him with complicated eyes.

After thinking about it, he didn't stick his sword into the scabbard, but directly held it in his hand in case something happened.

However, it seems that because of this time, although Ron still felt like he was being watched, the voice did not appear again.

After walking in the corridor for another five minutes, the group soon came to a circular hall.

In the light of the fire, everyone could see that the walls around this hall were hung with wooden doors of various colors.

The wooden doors are large and small, and the shape is not fixed rectangular, and it looks like it is put together haphazardly, which looks very weird.

However, most of these wooden doors are extremely rotten and dilapidated, and seem to fall apart at the slightest touch.

In addition to the various wooden doors hanging on the walls, a huge black statue stands in the middle of the hall.

The statue is shaped like a pair of human legs, but above the waist is an irregular ball of flesh.

The ball of flesh was covered with dense white eyes and tentacles, hanging on it like black tumors.

And in the middle of the ball of flesh is a large mouth full of dense fine teeth, the big mouth is slightly open, and a white arm sticks out from it, like a tongue inside the mouth.

When Ron saw the sculpture, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea in his stomach for no reason, and a feeling of disgust and disgust welled up in his heart, as if this sculpture was an extremely filthy thing.

However, when he saw the sculpture, Richard's expression moved slightly.

He gently pushed away the black robe that was blocking him and walked to the front.

"Sure enough, it's the mother of illusions, and there's no error in the data! ”

His gaze swept over the many wooden doors hanging on the wall, and his gaze suddenly settled on the red wooden door at the very top.

The door was triangular, and the lower half of the door was covered with dark brown cracks, and wisps of black smoke flowed down from the cracks like slime.

After a pause, he turned and whispered to Ron behind him.

"Ron, go under that statue, touch the sculpture with both hands, don't worry, I'll protect you from behind. ”

Ron, who heard the order, was suddenly stunned, his neck stiffened suddenly, and his eyes unconsciously looked at Richard's white eyes that kept flashing black light.

Immediately, he unconsciously crossed the corridor, walked to the middle of the hall, and walked straight towards the sculpture. (To be continued.) )