Girl, let me check it out.

After Zhou Lu turned around, he flew back.

Fang Weihan didn't find anything unusual.

He hesitated for a moment.

There was nothing unusual on the ceiling, which meant that the man in black did not come into this secret room.

This also confirms the white-haired man's phantom reaction.

I was obviously the first person to enter this secret room.

The injuries on the black-clothed man's body were probably caused when he tried to attack the reverse formation of the Lingshan Longtan Formation.

A cultivator of the fifth turn dares to confront a cultivator of the ninth turn head-on. Have these people who worship the Fire God been brainwashed?

Fang Weihan suddenly thought of another question.

The black cloth package.

If he didn't come into this secret room, then what was contained in the black cloth wrapped around him?

Fang Weihan thought of what Xiao Ji said to him that day:

"Our people opened the package and found that there was nothing inside. It was just an empty package."

Xiao Ji would not lie to him, and now he had confirmed that the man in black had never entered the secret room.

So he came to an incredible conclusion very logically:

That black cloth package is just a decoy.

Although this conclusion seems a bit absurd, it is the most reasonable guess based on current evidence.

"Why do people who worship the Fire God use sleight of hand?"

Fang Weihan was a little confused.

"The man in black even swallowed the empty package to make it more realistic."

What does this mean?

Fang Weihan pondered for a long while, but in the end he still couldn't figure out the meaning of the Zoroastrianism's trick.

Maybe performance art?

He decided not to think about this matter for the time being. After all, this group of monsters had nothing to do with him for the time being.

That is something Fang Zun needs to worry about.

Fang Weihan picked up his lantern and prepared to return the same way.

When he was about to reach the exit of the secret room, Fang Weihan suddenly had an idea.

Or, try another exit?

This secret room connects the royal palace, the North Palace and the Huanhua Tower.

According to what the white-haired young man said, the entrances to these three locations should all be blocked by the Guanshan Fan screen formation.

The Guanshan Fan screen array under his own pond is a one-way open diode.

Therefore, Fang Weihan reasonably speculated that the Guanshan screen array of Beigong and Huanhua Tower should also be diodes.

Then go take a look yourself, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

When Fang Weihan thought of this, he gave up the idea of ​​returning along the same route.

Don’t go to the one behind Beigong Qianyuan Hall for the time being. After all, the wound on your hand has not healed completely and your body still smells of blood.

If the Lingshan Dragon Pond Formation smelled this, they would probably rush over and bite me again.

The one at Huanhua Tower is worth a look.

Fang Weihan is now very curious about what Huanhua Tower is used for.

This secret room must be something very important, with one end connected to the Beigong Palace and the other end connected to the Guangling Palace.

But how can Huanhua Tower be ranked alongside these two places?

Isn't this a brothel?

He made up his mind and came to the opening in the center that faced upwards.

Fang Weihan looked at the scabbed wound on the palm of his left hand and sighed.

Self-harm is wrong.

Save some blood before coming next time, otherwise it would be too abstract to cut yourself every time you go out.

He exercised his blood and energy, causing a small cut to appear on his wound.

Fang Weihan once again placed his palm on the light screen of the reverse formation.

He has come to terms with it now.

It doesn't matter who I am, as long as I'm alive.

If I don’t see blood, I am a member of the Fang family. If I see blood, I am a member of the Yuan family. I am a fluid.

"Buzz!"

The spiritual power of the reverse array flickered slightly, allowing him to pass again.

Fang Weihan held the lamp and walked out of the secret room along the corridor in front of him.

The dark corridor was so quiet that the only sound was his footsteps.

This time, Fang Weihan's walking posture was much more relaxed.

After all, knowing that this secret room is only used to store the white ball, the possibility of a trap being set here is basically ruled out.

According to the original idea of ​​the white-haired man, under normal circumstances, no one should ever be able to enter this secret room.

With the support of double formations, one of which is a ninth-level formation, there is really no need to worry about safety issues.

But why didn't he just let Baili Hui set up a regular formation here?

Is it to guard against the Fang family and prevent them from knowing this secret information?

Grass!

Fang Weihan slapped his head hard.

I don’t want to think about it anymore!

There's no end to thinking about it!

There is too little information known, and that dead white-haired guy was only concerned with showing off and deliberately ignored many details.

Pure silly dog ​​riddle man.

How can I possibly figure out so many things?

It's just like doing Chinese reading comprehension. Maybe people didn't even think about this at the beginning, but you insist that I explain it.

I don’t want to think about it anymore. That white-haired guy loves me so much that I don’t want to serve him anymore.

Fang Weihan thought angrily.

Chapter 129 To sign or not to sign?

With the experience of traveling before, he was much more skilled in walking on the small path in the dark this time, and soon arrived at the exit of the corridor of Huanhua Tower.

Fang Weihan turned off the lantern in his hand, put it back into the space spirit ring, and looked up to the front.

It was still that familiar pitch-black formation, like a black hole.

The authentic Guanshan Fanping formation.

However, according to the principle of Occam's razor, this formation should be the same as the one in his own palace, both of which are one-way opening formations from the inside to the outside.

If the white-haired guy is conscious, he shouldn't do something like this with three mouths facing different directions, right?

Maybe?

He thought of the deeds of the white-haired young man and couldn't help but hesitate about his idea.

Fang Weihan stretched out his hand tentatively and slowly touched the Guanshan Fanping Formation.

The palm passed through smoothly as if passing through a layer of gauze.

However, due to the certain thickness of this formation, Fang Weihan did not know what was on the other side of the formation.

Fang Weihan withdrew his hand and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Okay, it looks like this white-haired guy is a sensible one.

Fang Weihan felt relieved and took a step forward.

Then he dove into the water.

"Gulu gulu..."

Fang Weihan was caught off guard and took two big gulps of water.

How come your mother's formation is also in the water!

This white-haired guy can’t hide things without using water, right?

Fang Weihan thought with some annoyance,

He opened his eyes underwater and found that the place where he came from was just a smooth stone slab, without any trace of formation.

Oh yes, there is a hidden mechanism in the palace as the first line of defense, so there should be a mechanism in Huanhua Tower as well.

Reasonable.

But Baimao still deserves to die.

Fang Weihan thought angrily.

"Wow!"

He floated to the surface, gasping for breath.

Fang Weihan swam to the shore, climbed ashore nimbly, and began to look around.

When he looked up, the bright sun almost blinded his eyes.

The sun is so big.

There’s nothing wrong with that. Isn’t it normal to have a tomato-shaped sun in the sky?

Fang Weihan was sighing when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

It was just dusk when I entered the secret passage from the palace.

Where does this big sun come from?

Is it the second day already?

how can that be possible?

The total time he spent walking in the two corridors was about two hours, and his time in the secret room was no more than an hour.

Only three hours have passed, so where did the rest of the time go?

White hair eaten?

Suppressing the doubts in his mind, Fang Weihan first looked around.

It seemed as if I emerged from the bottom of a pond in the middle of Huanhua Tower.

It's noon now, not business hours, so there are not many people in the building.

Fortunately, I don’t have to die.

Fang Weihan breathed a sigh of relief and decided to leave here quickly.

This time it was an accident. I didn't survey the terrain well and was tricked by the white-haired guy.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. I'm sure that when I come here next time, it will be a bloody storm.

Just as he stood up and prepared to slip away.

"Your Highness?"