Chapter 569: Drawing lots
The soldiers took Chu Hongtu and the others to a black cube.
The length, width and height are about three meters, and the surface is smooth without any decoration.
There were no other buildings within 100 meters of the surrounding area, and the cube lay quietly on the ground.
The soldier gestured to the cube, "Guys, please. ”
"Are you going to kill us here?" Yang Qianfeng looked at the soldiers.
Chu Hongtu and the others also looked at the soldiers, please...... Where to please?
Towards this cube?
Everyone was only one meter away from the cube, and they couldn't see anything special.
The soldier glanced at Yang Qianfeng, "If you have this ability, you can do it." ”
"You provoke me?" Yang Qianfeng stepped forward and reached out to touch the cube.
His hand passed through the cube as it touched it.
The cube didn't look illusory, but at this time, Yang Qianfeng's hand reached in like this, and he just wanted to withdraw his hand when he felt something grab his hand.
"Oh ......"
"Brother Soldier, Help......"
The soldier was unmoved, and when Yang Qianfeng spoke, his entire arm had already entered the cube.
The knife hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Yang Qianfeng.
The soldier then reminded, "You can push harder, then his only remaining arm will be here, and let go if you want him to live." ”
"Loosen." Chu Hongtu spoke, and the knife let go of Yang Qianfeng.
Under the gaze of Chu Hongtu and others, Yang Qianfeng's body was pulled into the cube little by little, and in less than ten seconds, the whole person had disappeared.
As if he had never existed, this cube would eat people.
If it comes, it will be safe.
Chu Hongtu stepped forward and walked towards the cube, he did not stretch out his hand, but stepped into it step by step.
His foot easily penetrated the cube, Chu Hongtu didn't feel any pulling force, he took another step and half of his body entered the cube.
It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see anything.
But as he took another step, everything changed in front of him, and he saw Yang Qianfeng.
I also saw a desk, and saw an old man with white hair behind it.
The old man was holding a brush in his hand and was writing something.
Although his hair is gray, he is neatly groomed, and he is wearing a white suit, and his face and shoes are white.
The body was spotless.
The old man didn't speak, Yang Qianfeng was a lot more honest, he didn't speak this time, Chu Hongtu also stood there, just looked at the old man and didn't speak.
Chu Hongtu looked around, there were many doors in this cube, and he didn't know where the flashing doors would lead, Chu Hongtu felt that these doors would definitely not be so simple.
Maybe it's another test of the parallel world, and I'm not worried about this Chu Hongtu.
After he looked at it, his eyes fell on the paper on the table, and the old man was not writing, but drawing.
The painting is a seesaw, and the painting is exquisite, but this kind of painting is not very ornamental.
Soon the seesaw was finished, and the old man continued to paint under the seesaw.
It's like water, huh...... It's water.
When the water appears, the three-dimensional sense becomes more and more obvious, not a big river, nor a spring stream.
It looks more like a puddle of water confined to a vessel, with a seesaw on top of it.
The water and the seesaw are separated, and it looks like the seesaw is floating above the water, what does the old man want to express?
Is there some deeper meaning in such paintings?
Chu Hongtu and Yang Qianfeng looked very carefully, and both of them could feel that the strength of the old man in front of them would definitely not be low.
People with strong strength are likely to do things differently.
In particular, they were brought here, and everything that happened could have something to do with them.
Can't be careless.
Now this painting is still not very ornamental.
It's not that there is a problem with the old man's painter, it's just that the content of the painting is really monotonous, and there is nothing particularly noticeable about the content itself or the color.
But then the old man put down the pen again, and Chu Hongtu and Yang Qianfeng were sure that this painting would not be so simple.
The old man finished drawing the water under the seesaw, and now began to work on the seesaw.
This time the old man drew two doorways.
It's not a door, it's a doorway.
Direct access to the doorway.
There is a doorway above each of the seesaws in each direction.
What does this mean?
What is this old man trying to express?
After the old man finished painting the doorway, he stopped, he picked up the teacup next to him and took a sip, then looked at Chu Hongtu and Yang Qianfeng, "Wait for your friends." ”
The third one to come in was Ye Qingluo, and then Xiaodao, Mu Nini, Ye Qingzhou and others all came in.
After a few people came in, they all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Chu Hongtu and Yang Qianfeng.
They also noticed the inside of the cube and the painting in front of the old man's desk.
It's just that Chu Hongtu and Yang Qianfeng didn't speak, and several people also didn't speak.
The old man put down the teacup, "Now that everyone is here, let's start." ”
The old man beckoned, and a bamboo tube arrived in his hand, I don't know if it is a space magic weapon, or if it can be created out of thin air.
There are three bamboo sticks inside the bamboo tube.
"In the order of coming in, the three who came first came forward to draw lots."
Yang Qianfeng did not hesitate, stepped forward and drew a bamboo stick.
There is only one simple word on the bamboo skewer.
Then Chu Hongtu stepped forward to draw lots, he drew two, and Ye Qingluo stepped forward to draw one.
One-two-one, what does this mean?
The old man didn't explain, and there were three more bamboo sticks in the bamboo tube.
This time, it was the turn of Xiaodao, Mu Nini, and Ye Qingzhou to draw lots.
Mu Nini and Ye Qingzhou drew two, and the knife drew one.
The old man looked at the six, "Now enter that door." ”
That points to the door on the left.
Chu Hongtu stepped forward and asked, "Can I ask, what are we going to do next?" ”