"Take a rest." Zuo Qingcang gestured for the old man to sit down with him. "You're too nervous. If you continue like this, both your energy and physical strength will be consumed faster than before."
"I'm the one who's normal. It's weird if you don't have any expression when you're in such a desperate situation," the old man retorted. However, Zuo Qingcang saw that the old man was still in the mood to refute. He knew that the old man's mental condition was not too bad.
Looking at the dim light around them, Zuo Qingcang comforted him. "Don't worry, our food is enough to last us for two months. It's enough for us to decipher the secret of this maze."
"Is it really enough?" The old man said irritably. "But until now, we have no clue. We don't even know the principle of this maze."
"At least we've ruled out some possibilities." Zuo Qingcang said, "I just thought about it. If this maze was built on such a large scale that we've encountered hundreds of rooms, it means that it has been continuously extending underground. It's very likely that it's some kind of three-dimensional structure. These rooms and passageways may be moving up and down, left and right."
"Isn't that worse?" the old man said. "And how big is this project? Maybe we're really under some kind of illusion, or there's some kind of spatial Taoist formation hidden here. "
"Let's try again." Zuo Qingcang said, "Anyway, we still have a lot of time. Maybe we'll see the mark after a dozen more rooms."
When he heard Zuo Qingcang say that they still have a lot of time, the old man was really annoyed. He couldn't imagine how a young man like Zuo Qingcang could be so patient.
After that, the two of them talked for a while. After resting for half an hour, they continued to explore. Although the old man's mental state was still tense and irritated in the dark ancient tomb, with Zuo Qingcang's company, in addition to the fact that Zuo Qingcang always appeared so calm and confident, the old man's mental state deteriorated at a much slower rate.
Three days later, the number of rooms they had explored had reached 452. However, they still passed through the same rooms and passageways.
"Damn it!" The old man's eyes were bloodshot. He hadn't been able to sleep the entire night. The passageways around him were like the gates of hell, swallowing the souls of everyone who passed by.
It was also because of his poor condition that the speed of their exploration was greatly reduced. In fact, they had already given up on the possibility that the entire labyrinth had been changed through a mechanism. After all, even if all the rooms were the same, judging from the number of rooms they had passed by, if there were changes in the mechanism, there would be at least a thousand rooms.
"It must be an illusion!" The old man said nervously, "Ghost Wall, have you heard of Ghost Wall? We must have been going around in circles for the past few days. The marks we made have all been erased. "
"Calm down." Seeing the old man's appearance, Zuo Qingcang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Relax, sit down and rest first."
"It's useless. We can't get out." The old man laughed foolishly. "There are dozens of Taoist priests among those tomb robbers. Even they are trapped here. How can we get out?" After saying that, he laughed hysterically.
Zuo Qingcang frowned. In the next moment, he hit the old man's neck with his hand. The old man's brain was short of oxygen and he fainted immediately.
"You'd better have a good sleep first."
The old man hadn't slept for more than 30 hours. He had been tense for too long. Under such circumstances, perhaps a good sleep would help him relax.
Zuo Qingcang looked at the stone chamber in front of him and began to think about what the old man had said.
'Illusion …'
'It's very possible. However, among Taoist techniques, if one wants to use illusion, there are external methods such as drugs, images, sounds, movements, and language. The internal method is to directly use psychokinesis …'
Zuo Qingcang recalled the knowledge about Taoist techniques that the old man had imparted to him over the past six months. Taoist techniques were different from true martial arts. Taoist techniques relied on external forces to create a field through visualization to influence the elements of the outside world. The field or wave that Zuo Qingcang guessed was called psychokinesis by Taoists in this world.
The driving force of psychokinesis was very weak at first. The driving force of psychokinesis of most Taoists was not even comparable to that of a baby's hand. However, psychokinesis was a special field or wave. It was almost omnipresent and could accomplish many things that ordinary people couldn't. It helped Taoists cast spells.
'The strongest illusion is to directly use psychokinesis to modify the senses of others.' Zuo Qingcang stroked his chin and thought, 'It's a bit like the brain releasing special electromagnetic waves to create special magnetic fields to interfere with the operation of other people's brains. In short, it's a special kind of illusion that only humans can perform. '
'There are obviously no humans in this maze. So, is it some kind of external force that's creating illusions for us?'
Zuo Qingcang didn't know that this was the first time he had carefully observed every inch of the stone chamber. However, he still couldn't find any clues.
'There are no extra images, no unreasonable structures, no dark rooms, no secret passages, no sounds, and no special smells.'
'Then what is it that's interfering with our senses?'
Zuo Qingcang kept on thinking, recalling all his actions ever since he had entered the maze. Looking at the dim lights, he kept having the feeling that there was something, something important that he had forgotten.
'What is it?'
Two hours later, the feeling of forgetting something but not being able to recall it still bothered Zuo Qingcang. It was at this moment that the old man beside him slowly got up with his hand on his neck.
"You hit me too hard. If I hadn't practiced martial arts, I'm afraid my neck would have been broken by you."
"Are you feeling better?" Zuo Qingcang glanced at him and asked.
"Yes." The old man nodded with a hint of doubt on his face. "Don't you think that the light in this room is a bit strange?"
"Light?" It was as if something had suddenly exploded in Zuo Qingcang's mind. He stood up with a swoosh and stared at the lamp on the wall. He muttered, "I finally remember. Could it be like this?"
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