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Chapter 17 (2)

Duoduo said unhappily: "I'm not telling you a joke, there's no need to hold a gun and a stick. The wall I see in my eyes is naturally true. This mechanism has limited ability, it's just to trick people. There is always a breakthrough point. It's impossible to break around. If you can return to the first entrance and follow the map to find the appropriate bend, it should be able to pass." Chu Menglin heard Duoduo agree with him for the first time, and was so happy that she seemed to fly into the sky. She couldn't help but suspect that she was dreaming. Until the end, she interrupted and asked, "How to find the appropriate bend?"

Duoduo said: "There are two methods, but the drawings do not indicate the virtual and real ratio. We do not have measurement tools in this trip, so it is difficult to calculate the precise direction. Then we can only judge based on our feelings." Chu Menglin sighed: "There is really no hope. Who will have such a keen feeling?" However, she is so gloomy that she doesn't care whether she has hope or not.

The young man bounced a finger on her forehead and smiled and said, "If you can't do it, it may not be possible for others to do it. If you feel dull, it may not be that no one is sharp." Chu Menglin laughed and scolded, "Dare you dare to say I'm slow? You are slow! You are a snail and a turtle."

Duoduo thought to himself: "Rejudging the direction is still secondary. There is another difficulty in this matter, I am afraid..." Seeing the two of them arguing about some boring trivial matters, I felt very impatient and did not want to remind them in advance. To be careful, I picked up a stone from the corner and marked a cross mark on the wall. Chu Menglin glanced at him and smiled and said, "Isn't this a mark of Western prayer? You want to ask God for blessing-"

The young man smiled and said, "God blesses good people, but they won't bless the evil ones, let alone you, the ominous person who committed the "blood evil". Besides, it's so bad to enter the ancestral tombs of other people. The evil spirits and evil ghosts have always wanted to deal with the tomb robbers who disturbed their rest. The underworld can grant forgiveness for their sins. In fact, there was a talisman for touching the Golden Gate, but unfortunately I didn't bring it in a hurry."

Duoduo was disdainful and secretly scolded bored people for doing boring things, and even argued endlessly for the marks he made casually. When walking in the opposite direction, he focused on the cave wall on his side. Waiting in a blank space was the most painful. He hoped that he could see the marks quickly, and at least there was a certain number of death or life. He also longed for a miracle, and he had left the marks behind him, mixed in the chaotic space and time, and was no longer seen. Although he was prepared, when he saw two white marks on the wall again, his whole body could not help but feel cold, and his whole body shivered into his bones, and he was instantly disheartened. He had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, but he was still ashamed of the cross marks he had engraved with his own hands. This shows that not only the tomb cannot be entered, but he could not even walk back to the entrance. This seemingly ordinary corridor has become a real burial place.

The young man walked to the wall to observe and smiled dryly, unable to tell whether to comfort him or deceive himself, and said, "Don't be afraid, the cross marks in the tomb passage are the most common, and may have been carved by the predecessors. To prove that we are in desperate situation, it is still early, unless..." As he said that, he also picked up a stone piece, drew a large square shape on the edge of the cross, as if it were a human face, and painted two large and small convex eyes inside the square, with a triangle nose, and a big mouth with a wide open mouth, and the stone piece was drawn up and down from his mouth.

Drawing two rows of sharp teeth. It was not particularly realistic, but in the gloomy atmosphere, there was a dark fire light. Chu Menglin suddenly felt that her face seemed to have consciousness, with white fangs on her mouth, and was about to rush towards her, tear her throat, bit her whole body into pieces, and then ate it in pieces. She screamed "ah" and took a step back. Seeing that the face was still standing on the wall, her teeth remained unchanged, and in the asymmetrical eyes, two evil sights were released.

Chu Menglin could no longer bear it. After she entered the tomb passage from the coffin, she was a lot less courageous than usual. She couldn't help but beg in a low voice: "Don't draw like this, I... I'm afraid of seeing it!"

The young man took the stone tablet and repeatedly applied it on his teeth, and laughed casually, "Ah? What did you say? Sorry, I can hear it clearly by speaking loudly." Chu Menglin knew that he was intentionally making things difficult for him, but she had to surrender and beg for forgiveness, and said loudly, "I... I am so scared, you can't do this!"

The young man smiled and said, "So you will be afraid too? Unfortunately, it's a pity that I have always regarded you as a heroine who is not afraid of heaven or earth. It's so difficult to wait for you with the word "fear". But when you reach the underworld, there is only a hell of tongue pulling, no hell of teeth pulling, and you have to do things according to the rules." As he said that, a long tongue was dragged out between the teeth, and the tip of the tongue raised slightly. Chu Menglin was angry and afraid, and she didn't even have the strength to curse.

The young man drew a few strokes and clapped his hands and said, "It's done, let's go again from here unless we see the same face as this, I...I will..." Chu Menglin said angrily, "How about you?" The young man said, "I dug out the corpse of that senior and must pray to him. Even if I draw a random..., the unique face in the world, I can have expected it. If I draw it well, wouldn't it be the same as me and a confidant I have never met in a thousand years?"

Chu Menglin muttered: "The dead duck is stubborn, but he refuses to admit it. But this is indeed unique. It is really not something that ordinary people can do. It is even more rare. It looks the same as the painter!"

The young man said seriously: "No, you should say that I made you a superb portrait skill on the spot. Well, that, sir, let's try again."

Duoduo listened to them all the trivial matters and kept talking about them, from impatient to anger. He knew that the cross mark was engraved by him, and some mystery in the corridor had not yet been understood, and walking it again would be useless to waste physical energy. He just wanted to calm down and think carefully, find the loopholes in the original conjecture, but he didn't want to pay attention to it, but his voice could clearly penetrate into his ears and was doubled in this empty place. The idea of ​​acting alone could not be ignored. He could not stop his mind and act alone. However, he was in a difficult situation. The three of them could take care of each other and reluctantly agree, but he was sarcastic in his heart.

On the way, the young man still persuaded from time to time: "This time I came for you, I must not lose you here. Since the tomb owner is an ancestor of the great man, he will enter the palace and if his soul appears, you will have to negotiate with him so that everyone can save their lives."

Duoduo did not answer a word, counting the steps silently, and after less than thirty steps, he saw the cross mark on the wall, and there was an extremely ugly face on the side, which was the marks made by the two of them one after another.

Duoduo snorted coldly, avoided the two of them, and sat down alone on the wall. Chu Menglin said to the young man, "Are you accepting it? I won the end." The young man has always been slick, but he didn't joke anymore this time, so there was nothing interesting about the facts. After a while, he was silent, "If you win, everyone will die. What's the point of being happy about? Now there is no way to heaven and no way to enter the ground. If you don't eat or drink for a few days, the iron-killed person can't hold on, and the game will be over in a blink of an eye."

Chu Menglin was shocked: "Aren't we entering the earth? "God can also be understood as death, but the witch with bloody hands like me will never be able to go to heaven after death..." She sighed, slowly sat next to Duoduo, and whispered: "Maybe God's will is so will that we trapped us here. After all, it is a tomb or a very luxurious tomb, which is much better than the 'no burial place' that others often curse me." While leaning my head gently on his shoulder, she closed her eyes. Thinking about her as a member of the Shadow Sacrifice Church, she did all kinds of evil and did all the bad things in her life. She could die safely with her heart. Instead, she got a bargain and had no complaints.

Duoduo had given up on survival when he heard her words, and was depressed. Suddenly, anger rose from her lungs. He pushed her head away, stood up, and punched her hard, slamming the wall, shaking the sand and soil, and said hatefully: "I am not willing to give up! I have not achieved my great cause, so I must not be trapped here!"

The young man kept writing and slashing on the ground with stone tablets. Seeing Duoduo expressing his determination, he waved to him, and Duoduo ignored it. The young man sighed, walked to him, and faced the wall with him, and said, "Don't rush to give up, I'll come up with an idea, you can listen first." He drew a circle with stone tablets, and on the far right there were two short lines up and down, and cut off the midpoint of the arc at the lower end of the circle, made a mark, and said, "Suppose this is where we are, and if we want to return to the entrance, the following situation will occur."

He walked the stone slab around the circle and returned to the starting point, saying, "I have counted it all over the circle just now. There is a total of 23 steps. In other words, the circumference of this circle can be deduced into a 23-step journey. In other words, if you don't walk more than 23 steps, you cannot form this circle." Duoduo casually lets him talk casually, listening to him mentioning the "23 steps". The accuracy is not even as accurate as he had not been able to reach before. Moreover, both of them thought of calculating the steps, which was a hero who saw the same thing. He was about to listen to his analysis patiently, but unexpectedly, he talked nonsense again and said, "So what?"

Seeing that he asked for a first time, the young man seemed to be interested in this reasoning. The stone slabs were gestured everywhere in the circle, and the introduction became even more intense: "If you don't count the steps, you may stop here or there; if you have counted the steps, you will not move forward or backward, and the blind man lights the lamp. There is another way, two people stand here, walk opposite each other at the same speed at the same time." The index finger of the left hand was placed on the left side of the stone slab, held the stone slabs in the right hand, and walked around the arc at both sides, and moved closer together at the midpoint of the upper arc, just above the mark of the lower end. Then use the right hand and then

The index finger was connected in an instant and said, "This is a dividing line that divides the circle into two equal halves. The distance between an arc is half of the circumference. Similarly, the two met half of the journey, and the distance between the two was half of the original one, about 11 steps, and the two had half of each step, and the midpoint of one step was the position of the line." He raised his palm to block the division point and said, "Choose two midpoints as examples, but for easy explanation. Suppose the two horizontal lines are the entrances, let's take a look at how to calculate its orientation?"

Two horizontal lines are on the far right side of the entire circle. After the young man divided the circle, the horizontal lines were just at the midpoint of the semicircle. Duoduo was enlightened, and the young man continued without waiting for him to wait: "To reach the midpoint of the semicircle, it is half of the journey of the semicircle, and half of the eleven steps, about five and a half steps. In other words, starting in front of the mark and walking back five and a half steps back, you can find the entrance." All his examples and comparisons before were actually used as the prelude to the last sentence. Only by explaining step by step can we show that it is reasonable and evidence-oriented and more appropriate.
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