Du Zhengyi paused his advance, spiders don't come out of nothing, and he called a few mages who were more skilled in technology into the house. There were no objections, and the Lotus Burner mages didn't plan to venture in when they arrived here, Sect Master Zhao kept a distance from this room and stayed among his attendant mages.

Liu Ziyu didn't want to go over, but Guan Xinyue's face didn't look very good. But the others can only do energy residual tests, these spiders don't have any magical energy, and she is the only one who can perform perspective tests on the structure of the room. Her method of testing is to test the homogeneity of materials, which is a roundabout way of testing, which is very cumbersome and clumsy. Roach wasted no time in telling her that humans could use some scientific and direct perspective methods, some light could play a perspective role, or some drilling and sampling methods could be used.

Yan Hao wanted to ask Luo Qi for a detailed human method, but Luo Qi actually didn't know much about it. Wu Su knew a little bit about the principle and chatted with Yan Hao. Battlemages can't be idle, and most of them have to go in and find some work. Or maybe they just don't want to stay with the Lotus Burner.

Guan Xinyue didn't want to go into that room.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, the area of that room was estimated to be only about sixty square meters, and there was a room of mages standing, Du Zhengyi and Luo Qi were in it, and Wu Su and Liu Ziyu were also there. Guan Xinyue felt breathless, maybe because there were too many people, which was a possible reason. But she knew it wasn't.

No noticeable air movement is felt here, but there is no shortage of air. Guan Xinyue realized that the air pressure here did not seem to be the air pressure of the plateau. Mages don't care about changes in air pressure, probably because their bodies are much stronger than humans, and this change is negligible.

She was a little depressed and afraid. The gathering of mages of roughly close height and perfect proportions in a strange alien civilization seemed to be a very unreal scene, without which she did not seem to have imagined that they were as perfect as computer modeling.

She grabbed her neckline and tugged at it uncomfortably. She had been following the mages for so long, even when she entered Qionglin, the core area of the mages, and was surrounded by a large group of mages for the first time, she had never felt like this. However, it was Du Zhengyi who took her with her that time, she was anxiously worried about Luo Qi, thinking about Luo Qi's affairs, she didn't even care about being afraid, and she didn't think too much about anything. Besides, experimental mages, those technical mages are really not like mages, and even among mages, they are basically weirdos.

And the Highland Mages, but they are all benevolent monks. Aside from their own home, their side is the warmest and calmest place Guan Xinyue has ever been.

But battle mages seem to be different, they are mages of mages. They have a bizarre almost close height, perfect proportions, and a combination of expressionless things and handsome looks. When they come together coldly, it's like a perfect manufactured product. They can't sing, they can't dance, they can't chant the mountains and rivers, they don't care about the stars of the universe, they are powerful but they are not creative.

The Experimental Mage and the Highland Monk may have been a little more varied, but they were still too similar in appearance. Roach may be an outlier among the outliers, but she knows that his height has been slowly changing lately, maybe he is not yet fully adult in his race, his bones are still growing, and finally he will finish modeling.

An unspeakable fear swept across her spine, as if a demonic gaze was burning her back.

She couldn't hold back any longer and jerked back. She was already suffering from a headache, and turning her head made her dizzy. No one was looking at her, only Sect Master Zhao, who was whispering to the clownfish, raised his head and glanced at her.

He is the creator of that tragedy, Guan Xinyue needs to restrain the anger surging in his heart when he sees him, but even he is actually so similar to Du Zhengyi.

The same graceful posture, broad shoulders, tight waist, and maybe even the shape of their skulls are extremely similar. He looked at it gently, and the shape of his eyes was narrower and longer than Du Zhengyi's, but they had similar sunken eye sockets and a protruding nose bridge. He didn't retract his gaze, and the clownfish said something to him again, and he gracefully tilted his head slightly to listen, but his gaze turned meaningfully to her, with a hateful smiling smile.

She turned her head and took a step back towards the less crowded area, the mages leaving her breathless. For the first time, she realized that they were not humans, and she told herself that Liu Ziyu was more like humans, Luo Qi was more like humans, and Mahjong, Wusu, they were all like humans, very similar...... But they are too similar. Humans of a single race and the same region also have a high degree of similarity, but there are always exceptions, there are always people who are too fat, some people who are too thin, there are always people who are too tall, and some people who are too short, but the mages seem to be artificially selected, like a group of models, but even models do not always succeed in reproducing similar next generations.

They themselves will say that this is the superiority of the race, like the elves of human fantasy, they are always beautiful, always tall, elegant, beautiful......

But it's not, there's something wrong with that. She thought irritably, her headache sounding like it was about to explode, and the sound of a breath came down her spine. Her heart almost stopped, and she looked back at the empty walls behind her, the metal walls shimmering in dark blue, like countless hieroglyphs describing a story she would never be able to decipher. She suddenly realized that she knew exactly that it was text. There was no one behind her, and none of the mages appeared to hear a voice.

She took a step back, clinging to the wall in fear.

- Are you afraid of them too?

What exactly are mages? They are not elves, their intrigues are dirtier than those of elves, and their hearts are not as pure as those of elves. Nor are they the wizards of the Harry Potter stories, and they are not as vivid as the wizards of the human stories.

- but you like them.

Because she's only touched the best of them, the human-like ones......

- But I think they're actually in the minority among mages.

What do you think? Guan Xinyue's eyes widened suddenly, most of the Lotus Burner mages were silent in the corridor, no one paying attention to her. Who are you? She couldn't move. She thinks she's thinking, talking to herself. But the conversation in her thinking doesn't always lead her to a question she never thought about. Unless...... Unless she's schizophrenic.

She remembered Mahjong's quarrel with Roach, who accused Roach of not touching her consciousness and accused Roach of being too self-righteous and could damage her spirit.

- I don't think you're schizophrenic.

What?

Fear clenched at her throat, and for a moment it occurred to her that Rocky was warm and reliable, that she should have stayed around him, that she was so stupid, that she should have gone to him right away. But the thought was fleeting, and she thought of his concealment, his strange attitude and strange words, and her intuition knew clearly that he must know where her sister was. But he always puts her second, and he only hopes that his friend Du Zhengyi can be safe......

A hand was on her shoulder, her heart almost jumping out of her chest, and she wanted to scream, but her body tumbled into darkness.