The ashes are some years old, some are from hundreds of years ago, several thousand years ago, and some are even tens of thousands of years old...

Is it really an ancient inscription?

Xiao Ran said:

"It seems that many people have strayed into the maze in search of inscriptions and died here in the end."

Liu Mingyang was a little panicked instinctively, but he forced himself to be calm.

"It doesn't matter."

You might as well be a ghost!

Xiao Ran only said:

"We're already here. There's no point in panic. If you find the inscription, you won't die. Hold on to my clothes. Don't let go under any circumstances."

The two of them walked in tandem.

Every time you pass an intersection, there are six forked roads up, down, front, left, and right, nested layer by layer and interlocking, as if you are in an endless ocean.

Xiao Ran looked carefully and saw that the maze distorted the space, like a self-enclosed topological space like a Möbius strip, making it easy for people to lose their sense of space.

Liu Mingyang no longer knew the north, south, east, and west.

"Are you sure you're on the right track?"

Xiao Ran shook his head.

"Not sure, I'm also figuring it out."

Xiao Ran used the resonance method and the blood jade bone to anchor the master. It is impossible to get lost, but it will take some time to reach the center of the maze.

I don’t know how far I’ve walked, and I don’t know how long I’ve walked.

The two of them found a person leaning against the wall.

This is a young mortal man with a slightly fat body. He is wearing a gray martial arts robe and has fair skin. He seems to come from a wealthy family.

The body seemed to be fine, but the person was leaning against the corner motionless, looking like a dead corpse.

His eyes were frozen and straight...as if he had been dead for a thousand years.

Xiao Ran squatted down, checked carefully, and confirmed:

"This person probably entered the maze in the past few days. His body is still fresh, but unfortunately his heart has died."

Liu Mingyang suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"You mean..."

"That's right, not only is space distorted here, but time is also distorted."

Xiao Ran then took out a heart-stimulating pill refined by his uncle and tried to wake him up.

This medicine is half poisonous and half divine. It depends on God.

The young man twitched for a while, then held back his breath and spit out black blood.

His eyes were filled with lifeless bloodshot eyes, and his spirit looked extremely exhausted, while a pair of hands tightly grasped Xiao Ran's wrist.

"It's been a thousand years...I'm still alive? Have I become an immortal? Are you an immortal?"

Xiao Ran shook his head.

"I am a disciple of Zong Zhishan. I am here to save you. It has only been a few days."

The young man calmed down a little and took a long time to look at his body. The flesh and blood were fresh and everything was normal, and then he let go of Xiao Ran's hand.

"Thank you, Senior Immortal, for the rescue!"

Xiao Ran frowned and asked him:

"Who are you? With your strength, it is impossible to enter the maze."

The young man puffed out his fat chest and said proudly:

"My name is Wang Fugui, and I am a disciple of the Imperial Master. I came in with the Imperial Master, but I got lost not long after I came in."

Is the Imperial Master here too?

Xiao Ran glanced subconsciously and saw that this person's Changchun Gong had reached the first level.

But even if he has practiced Changchun Kung Fu to the first level, he is still a rookie. Why would the national master bring in such a burdensome disciple?

Xiao Ran suddenly thought of something.

"Where did you come in from? How many people came in total?"

Wang Fugui said:

"We have a total of one hundred and eight disciples who came in from the deep well in the south of the city."

Xiao Ran asked:

"There are more than a hundred of you, have you all reached the first level of Changchun Gong?"

"How did you know?"

Wang Fugui was a little surprised.

After all, only ten people had reached the first level before Wuyan City was swallowed up, and the rest had only reached the first level after inhaling the Mist.

Xiao Ran understood.

The national master is positioned based on the soul skill of Changchun Gong!

One hundred and eight people are divided into various parts of the labyrinth. If the national master can sense the rest of them with Chang Chun Kung, he can avoid many detours, which is not a solution.

Wang Fugui stared at Xiao Ran for a while, still a little confused.

"The Imperial Master has lost his way with more than a hundred people. Senior Immortal came in alone. Is there any way to get out?"

"one person?"

Xiao Ran was stunned for a moment and turned back suddenly.

Good guy!

Liu Mingyang is no longer here...

Xiao Ran immediately dispersed his consciousness and searched around the area, but Mao couldn't find it.

This guy may have traveled thousands of miles away, to who knows which dimension or which dynasty.

There is no way. Although Liu Mingyang is an elite member of the Dao League, his qualifications are too poor for this maze.

Xiao Ran turned around and was about to ask Wang Fugui about the situation of the Imperial Master.

Wang Fugui suddenly looked horrified, pointed behind Xiao Ran and shouted:

"Ghost, ghost!"

Xiao Ran looked back again.

I saw a vague shadow, a long-haired female figure that looked like Sadako slowly floating towards me.

The female figure is scary, but her breasts are a bit big...

Just when Xiao Ran felt that the arc of his arms was a bit familiar, the female figure suddenly flashed over.

She was so strong that she threw Xiao Ran down, pinched his cheeks with both hands, and cursed weakly and without tears:
Chapter completed!