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Chapter 24 Lost (4)

"Let's take a break." Zuo Qingcang greeted the old man and sat down together: "You are too nervous. If you continue like this, both your energy and your physical strength will be consumed faster than before."

"It's normal for me to do this. If you encounter such a desperate situation like you, you don't have any expressions. It's strange if I see it." The old man retorted. However, when Zuo Qingcang saw that the old man had the intention to refute this way, he knew that the other party's mental condition was not too bad.

Looking at the dim light around, Zuo Qingcang comforted: "Don't worry, our food is enough to last for two months, enough for us to crack the secrets of this maze."

"Is it really enough?" the old man said irritably: "But so far, we have no idea and don't even know what the principle of this maze is."

"At least some possibilities have been ruled out," Zuo Qingcang said: "I just thought about it. If this maze is to be built so far, it is a large scale for hundreds of rooms, which means that it has been continuously extending to the ground, and it is likely to be a three-dimensional structure, and these rooms and passages may move up, down, left and right."

"That's not worse." The old man said: "And how large is this project? Maybe we are really hit by some kind of illusion, or some space-like Taoist formation is hidden here."

"Try it again." Zuo Qingcang said: "Anyway, we still have a lot of time. Maybe we can see the mark after more than a dozen rooms."

When he heard Zuo Qingcang say that there was still a lot of time, the old man was so angry that he couldn't imagine how much patience a young man like Zuo Qingcang got.

The two of them said a few more words, and after resting for half an hour, they continued to explore again. Although in the dark ancient tomb, the old man's spirit was still tense and irritable, with Zuo Qingcang's company, and Zuo Qingcang always looked so calm and confident, his mental state deteriorated much slower.

Three days later, the number of rooms explored had reached 452, but wherever we passed, there were still the same rooms and the same passage.

"Damn it!" The old man's eyes were covered with blood. He couldn't fall asleep all night yesterday. The passage around him was like the gate of the underworld in hell, and he wanted to swallow the souls of every passing person.

Because of his poor condition, the two people's exploration speed has been greatly reduced. In fact, they have given up the possibility that the entire maze is changed through the mechanism. After all, even if all the rooms are the same, judging by the number of rooms they passed by, if the mechanism changes, the number of rooms is at least thousands.

"It must be an illusion!" the old man said nervously: "Ghost hits the wall, have you heard of ghost hitting the wall? We must have been going around in circles these days, and the marks we made have been erased like this."

"Calm down." Seeing the old man's appearance, Zuo Qingcang patted his shoulder and said, "Relax, sit down and rest first."

"It's useless, we can't get out." The old man smirked: "The tomb robbers have dozens of Taoist priests, even they are trapped here, how can we get out?" After saying that, he laughed wildly like a nerve.

Zuo Qingcang frowned, and the next moment, a knife had already hit the other party's neck. The brain's shortage of oxygen supply instantly made the old man faint immediately.

"You'd better have a good sleep first."

The old man has not been asleep for more than 30 hours and his nerves are tense for too long. In this case, a good sleep may help him relax.

Zuo Qingcang looked at the stone chamber in front of him and began to think about what the old man said before.

‘Is it hallucination…’

‘It is indeed very likely, but in Taoist art, if you want to use illusion, external means can be used to use medicine, images, sounds, actions, language, and internal means, you can use your mind power directly…’

Zuo Qingcang recalled that the old man had taught himself about Taoism over the past six months. Unlike true martial arts, Taoism is a force that seeks external power, and influences external elements through visualization. This field or fluctuation that Zuo Qingcang guessed was called the power of thought in this world by Taoists.

The driving force of mind power is very weak at the beginning, and the thrust of most practitioners is probably not as good as a baby's hand. However, mind power, as a special field, or wave, is almost pervasive, and can accomplish many things that ordinary people cannot do, helping Taoists cast spells.

‘The strongest illusion is to directly modify other people’s senses with their mind power.’ Zuo Qingcang touched his chin and then thought: ‘This is a bit similar to the brain releasing special electromagnetic waves, creating special magnetic fields, and interfering with the brain operation of other people. In short, it is a special illusion that only humans can perform at present.’

‘It is obvious that there are no humans in this maze. So, is it still some kind of external object that creates illusions for us?’

Zuo Qingcang didn't know that this was the first time he had been inch by inch. He carefully observed every part of the entire stone chamber, but he still couldn't find any clues.

‘No extra images, no unreasonable structure, no darkroom, no secret passage, no sound, no special smell.’

‘So what is disturbing our senses?’

Zuo Qingcang kept thinking, recalling all his actions since entering the maze. Looking at the dim lights in front of him, he always felt that something and important things had been forgotten by him.

‘What exactly is it?’

Two hours later, the feeling of something being forgotten but unable to think of it still plagued Zuo Qingcang slightly. It was at this moment that the old man next to him covered his neck and slowly got up.

"You are too heavy to do it. If I hadn't practiced martial arts, I'm afraid you would have smashed your neck."

"Do you feel better?" Zuo Qingcang said with a look at him.

"Yes." The old man nodded, with a hint of confusion on his face: "Do you think the lights in this room are a bit strange?"
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