My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 429

"maze?"

Looking at the golden door closing behind him, Jiang Xinghuo raised his brows slightly, remembering what Lin Tianshou had just said.

So that means Lin Tianshou, Zhao Dapeng, and Jiang Miaozhen who came in earlier, are all lost in this golden maze? ?

Jiang Xinghuo flipped his wrist, and the Dragon King's Taoist soldier who was dragged on the ground suddenly slashed forward. The sharp blade tore through the surrounding air. A visible air wave rolled like an angry dragon, and it directly shattered the door at the end of the corridor.

What appeared in his eyes was still a palace, and it was exactly the same palace as the one he was in at the moment.

Jiang Xinghuo walked into the hall silently, and the golden gate behind him automatically restored itself to its original state.

Jiang Xinghuo repeated this process more than ten times before finally finding something different.

He didn't know what happened to the others, but he found that the golden hall he walked through overlapped.

When Jiang Xinghuo walked into the hall for the fifth time, he tore up an inconspicuous piece of yellow paper money and left it on a table in the hall.

When he entered the hall for the fourteenth time, he found broken paper money on the table.

Because this piece of paper money did not cause any damage to the hall, there will be no "factory reset" situation.

Jiang Xinghuo had a guess about the layout of this hall. In fact, the so-called maze is the space inside the palace.

However, the structures of all the palaces inside are exactly the same, and the controller can exercise a certain degree of control over those who enter the palace.

For example, people were transferred to another palace without anyone noticing, thus creating the illusion of a maze.

The real master of the hall should be hiding in a palace.

Jiang Xinghuo saw through the secrets hidden beneath the maze appearance of this hall. He opened his magic bag, took out the Crown of Thorns of the Anointed One, threw it on his head, and his mental power quickly spread outward.

In just a few seconds, the mental power covered the entire golden palace, and the internal structure appeared in his mind without reservation.

Jiang Xinghuo found Jiang Miaozhen. She was fighting with two people and was not in any danger for the time being. He also found the whereabouts of Zhao Dapeng and Lin Tianshou. He did not encounter any difficult problems, except for those Persian ghosts who were a little troublesome.

Finally, Jiang Xinghuo discovered several members of the Public Opinion Survey Bureau who had been shrouded in the dark before, as well as those large black pottery jars wrapped in copper, and the owner of this golden palace.

The condition of those members of the Poll Bureau was not particularly good. They all had serious injuries on their bodies, and one of them fainted on the ground and his life or death was unknown.

"We should go this way..."

Jiang Xinghuo recorded the route, pushed open the door in front of him, and walked into the hall behind. After walking through two halls, he suddenly turned around and pushed open the closed door.

In this way, after repeating this process dozens of times, when Jiang Xinghuo pushed open a new door, the members of the Public Opinion Survey Bureau and those black pottery jars appeared in Jiang Xinghuo's eyes.

An Arab in a white robe was sitting on a chair at the end of the hall.

"Mr. Jiang...Mr. Jiang?"

Someone recognized Jiang Xinghuo's identity.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Jiang Xinghuo went over and helped up the man lying on the ground. There was a knife wound on his chest so deep that the bone could be seen, but fortunately he still had one last breath.

He immediately put his hand on the wound and used the technique of resurrecting dead trees. Mo Long A Tai also quietly appeared in the air and moved around the bodies of the other three people, slowly healing their injuries. "His injury is not serious for the time being. You guys step back first, and let me deal with him."

Jiang Xinghuo handed the injured person over to other people, picked up the Dragon King Taoist soldier on the side, and looked at the Middle Eastern guy sitting on the chair.

"Be careful, there's something strange in the space in front of him. Our attacks can't get close to him at all!!"

Someone reminded from behind.

Is there something weird in space? ?

Jiang Xinghuo tried to send out a palm thunder.

The lightning seemed to be solidified in the air, moving extremely slowly. Before it even touched the Middle Eastern guy, it dissipated halfway.

This phenomenon reminded Jiang Xinghuo of the old man he met in Taiping Ancient Town.

He relied on the Dayan Bell prop in his hand to change the longitude and latitude force field of the space in front of him, making the space in front of him infinitely farther away. Could it be that this Middle Eastern man also had a similar prop in his hand? ?

No way?
Can props with this kind of function be so common on the street? ?
Jiang Xinghuo fired another palm thunder, but the result was still no change, it still disappeared without a trace halfway.

"This is weird..."

Jiang Xinghuo also began to murmur, and threw the Anointed One's Crown of Thorns on his head again, then launched another palm thunder attack.

This time, he discovered the secret inside the hall.

It turned out that the moment he launched the attack, the mechanism in the hall began to operate, just like a Rubik's Cube, causing the space to undergo subtle changes and transferring the palm thunder to other places.

So the vision seems to suddenly collapse and disappear.

Because the layout and architecture of these halls are the same, looking at the same building for a long time will unconsciously affect your vision, making it difficult to notice changes in the surroundings.

Jiang Xinghuo took off the crown of thorns on his head and strode towards the Middle Eastern man who was sitting cross-legged there. The space around him kept shifting and changing. The distance seemed to be constantly stretching and getting farther, but in fact it was constantly shrinking.

It's like a cube is compressed into a cuboid. It seems that the surface area has become longer, but the actual volume does not change at all.

Finally, Jiang Xinghuo used his magical movement skills, dragging out a phantom and chasing after the target relentlessly.

The Middle Eastern guy who was sitting cross-legged there finally panicked. He hurriedly took out an exquisitely shaped silver pot from his arms and released a dozen ugly and disgusting zombies.

These zombies naturally pose no threat to Jiang Xinghuo, but Jiang Xinghuo is unwilling to have close contact with them.

The Dragon King's Taoist soldiers drew a line in front of him, and the golden-red Kitchen God fire swept out, burning all the zombies to ashes in an instant.

At this time, Jiang Xinghuo also came to the Middle Eastern guy, pulled him down from the chair, and performed a Hulk-like monument-throwing move.

However, Jiang Xinghuo did not kill him completely. He just broke up all the bones in his body to prevent this Middle Eastern man from causing any more trouble.

Without the control of this Middle Eastern man, the Golden Hall began to collapse. Figures of people flickered around, and in just a moment, a lot of people appeared in the hall.

Then, everyone returned to the bank of the canal. The black pottery jars were still there without any damage, but there were several Arabs whose lives or deaths were unknown.

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