"Whether we like it or not, life is always urging us to move forward. People prepare, depart, travel, and settle down … Wherever they stop, there will be a fire. " Feng Bujue used a gentle voice to recite. "From the migration of individuals to the transportation of ingredients, from the evolution of cooking methods, to the flow of life and fate … The hurried footsteps of people and food never stops."
"What are you playing at this time? The Wandering God on the Tip of the Tongue?" Hong Hu added. "Even if you suddenly come up with a poetic monologue, it won't change the current situation." As he spoke, he stared at the rib before him that was almost done, and there was a struggle in his mind.
"The new mission has been announced, so there is no time for you to hesitate. Hurry up and finish your meal. Don't act like a sissy …" Feng Bujue's lips were covered in grease, and when he spoke, the smell of meat drifted out. Obviously, he had finished the rib that he had roasted earlier.
However, Brother Jue, who was half full, still did not leave the fire. He wanted to roast more meat, wrap them up, and store them so that he could take them out to eat later.
"Screw it! If I continue to starve like this, my stomach will start to digest me! " At that moment, Flying Horse roared. He closed his eyes and shoved the meat in his hand into his mouth. Then, he chewed madly.
"Hmm?" Several seconds later, he opened his eyes. "It is not as disgusting as I thought … It tastes like beef, and it is quite crispy …"
"Yes, it is bland." Feng Bujue added. "Unfortunately, if we had flour, we could wrap up all the meat and then steam it … to create a delicacy …"
"Cosmos, is it? Do you think I haven't seen that cartoon before! "Atobe interrupted with a roar.
"Haha …" Feng Bujue laughed. "I'm just kidding. Without salt and cooking wine, there is no way to season so much meat. Furthermore … if there is really such a big Shumai, I'm afraid steam won't be enough, so we can consider using charcoal …"
"Who is discussing technical issues with you! Do you have nothing better to do? "Atobe grumbled.
"Yes, I have." Feng Bujue made a face that was asking for a beating. "Hit me, you idiot."
"Fine, you win …" Atobe's psychological defense was finally broken. He glared at Brother Jue angrily and then started to eat as well.
Uncle Worthless then mumbled to himself, "Hmm … To clear this scenario, I've even changed into a girl. Even if I eat human meat, it's nothing …"
As soon as he said that, the other four roared in unison, "We're still good friends if you don't mention that!"
…
Several minutes later, the players (other than Feng Bujue) filled their stomachs. Then they came to the front of the temple.
This was the wall closest to the altar, and they hadn't explored it yet.
"Hmm … According to the quest description, it is the tunnel behind the altar, so the entrance is either behind this wall or under the floor behind the altar." Uncle Worthless stood there and speculated. "Considering that we are currently underground, there is an eighty percent chance that the path to the Crystal Maze will lead upward …" His eyes moved to the wall. "Brother Feng … how about … you go and lick it again?"
"It's not like I was the one who discovered the secret of the altar …" Feng Bujue said as he walked to the stone wall. "The light patterns recorded on the stone slab will appear as long as it is touched by a living creature, and there is no limit to the part of the body that can be touched, even through clothes …"
"That's enough, you don't have to go into such detail …" Uncle Worthless advised.
"Fine …" Brother Jue smiled like it was nothing and reached out to touch the wall.
The next second, there was a hiss, and a thick layer of dust leaked out from the pattern on the wall, forming a cloud of dust.
Seeing this, Atobe immediately took out his weapon, the large fan, from his inventory. He waved it twice and easily dispersed the dust.
After the dust settled, the glowing pattern on the wall became clearer.
Feng Bujue used one hand to cover his mouth and nose. (It should be noted that after the battle with Fu Ling, he had removed his gloves and cleaned them up in his inventory. In other words … there was no sh * t on the wall, so don't worry.) His other hand continued to press on the wall. Looking at the pattern, he said, "As expected, the hint is still a mural."
His teammates also poked their heads out to look at the pattern that was formed by the pattern.
The mural before them was larger than the two behind the altar, but the content was not that complicated. In fact, it was quite easy to understand. The content of the mural was … a humanoid creature standing behind the altar, facing the wall and playing the guqin. Underneath it was a bunch of strange symbols. The system did not translate them at all, so it was unclear what language they were in.
"Ha … What an enjoyable puzzle solving time." Feng Bujue looked at the symbols with interest.
After Hong Hu saw the mural, he immediately turned around to walk to the banjo next to Walker's body and said, "I think … this is music."
"Yes, it is quite obvious." Feng Bujue agreed. "But there is a problem … Music is a special kind of language. Even if we can deduce which elements the symbols are referring to, we can't predict which musical level the symbols are referring to." He paused and scratched his chin. "There should be a further hint …"
Atobe, who stood to the side, looked at the two with a confused gaze and sighed. "Every time this happens, I'm thankful that I have people like you on my team …"
Imaginative Horse shrugged. "Actually … if you ask me, we should just break through the wall."
"About that …" Feng Bujue turned to Brother Ma. "I've already confirmed with the spirit of mimicry. It told me … the 'Five Gods' use the power of spells to protect this temple. If someone uses brute force to attack the wall, it will trigger a counterattack spell. When the spirit of mimicry pretended to be you, it planned to use this method to kill someone else. Thankfully, it was stopped by Uncle Worthless. "
"Tsk …" Imaginative Horse continued with disappointment. "These despicable people … Ah …" He picked up the meat in his hand and took a bite. "They only know how to play tricks like spells … Tsk tsk … So annoying."
"I say … are you sure it's fine for you to say something like that while chewing on someone else's knee?" Atobe shook his head.
"Found it!" By then, Ambitionist had already picked up the banjo and studied it for a few seconds. "There are similar symbols engraved on the neck of the banjo. There are symbols under each string." As he spoke, he walked over with the banjo.
"Then, this is easy." Feng Bujue turned back to say, "Just play it accordingly."
"Hmm … Looks like solving this puzzle isn't that hard, but …" Hong Hu said as he walked, "… Of the five of us, does anyone know how to play this thing?"
"I do." Suddenly, someone answered in a very normal tone.
As he finished, everyone turned to look at him.
"What's wrong? Is it that weird? "Uncle Worthless asked with confusion.
"Hmm … More or less …" Even though Hong Hu said that, he still reached out to pass the banjo to Uncle Worthless. "First, this is a rather unpopular instrument."
Feng Bujue added, "Second, I really didn't expect … Brother Chai to be such an artistic youth."
"Humph … I might be in my late twenties, but I have plenty of experience in life." Uncle Worthless dangled the cigarette in his mouth and accepted the banjo with both hands. "I used to be a member of a male idol group."
"Huh?" Atobe used a tone particle to perfectly express his current mood.
"Haha … Surprised, right? I debuted when I was seventeen, and the four people in my group were my age. " At this point, Uncle Worthless had already turned his head to the side and slung the banjo over his body. "The record company produced a few trashy records for us that even we couldn't stand listening to. After that, they even held a concert for us." He freed his hands and took another puff of his cigarette. "Unfortunately, when we were nineteen... we were already past our prime."
"That was fast!" Unrestrained gasped.
"Of course, I can understand that." Uncle Worthless smiled. "After all, we're all nineteen. For an idol group, if the total age of the members is over one hundred, then we're considered old."
"Hey! What kind of planet is that? Are you a Korean idol group? "Atobe could not help but mock.
"Now that you mention it … there was a Korean in my group, and I had quite a good relationship with him …" Uncle Worthless continued. "The second year after the group disbanded, he came back to join the military." He blew out another puff of smoke. "Two years later, I received a postcard and found out that he was married. His husband appeared to be his old comrade …"
"Isn't that a bit too much information?" This short conversation that was less than two minutes had already caused Hong Hu, who was known for his calmness, to sweat profusely.
"Er … Er …" Atobe's lips twitched as he interrupted. "We have limited time, so let's focus on the mission …" Then, he turned to his Brother Jue and yelled, "Hey! Feng Bujue! Come and solve the puzzle! What are you doing? "
Pu! Pu!
Brother Jue was banging his head against the wall …
"I just want to erase some strange things from my mind …" Feng Bujue said without turning his head. "Today, I have seen many things that I should not have seen and do not want to see … and now, I have heard many things that I do not want to hear … As someone with a rich imagination, I have to remove these substances that can seriously pollute my mind from the temple of my mind at the first opportunity …"
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