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Speaking of this, Qi Sanpang also couldn't help sighing, ”This place is extremely dangerous, and we haven't heard from the police even after missing each other for so long. I'm also very worried, but I believe that the police will definitely find a way to survive. Maybe we can meet him again anywhere?”

The comfort from Qi Sanpang's words made Fang Zishu feel a lot more at ease.

After suppressing his longing for the note, Fang Zhushu once again turned to look at the stone statue, ”Old Chen had been looking for his son for most of his life, but he didn't expect his son to die like this. It's such a pity.”

”It's a shame that senior Chen didn't come. Otherwise, if we were to see his long-lost son like this, who knows how much he would cry!”

Qi Sanpang sighed and turned to Xiao Hui, who was standing behind him, and asked, ”Xiao Hui, do you still have electricity on your phone?” Seeing that Xiao Hui had nodded, Qi Sanpang continued, ”Then take a few pictures of this statue. We'll give Old Chen some compensation later.”

Professor Xu smiled. ”The dead have passed away. Looking at them will only add to our sorrows. Master Fang, let's continue moving forward.”

Zi Shuo replied with an ”En” and urged Fatty to continue moving forward.

It had to be said that the three-level tomb was constructed in nine different ways. At first glance, it looked like the entrance to the tomb was made out of the words' Tian '.

However, after they went in deeper, they realized that the entire 'field' of tombstones was just an illusion.

Not only was there a lot of detours in this tomb, but the further one went, the more detours there were. In the end, there were many forks at each corner.

These forks were very irregular. Even the book could not make an accurate judgement.

He had been walking in this and that tunnel for a long time, and he had always thought that he had a good sense of direction. At this moment, he could not help but feel dizzy, let alone the others.

”Fatty Dun, do you still remember how many bends and forks we walked through?”

Hearing Fang Zishu's question, Fatty Dun stammered for a while before saying uncertainly, ”There are twenty-three bends, and as for the fork in the road …” ”Hmm …” He seemed to have passed seventeen … No, nineteen... ”Oh, Grandmaster Fang, there are so many paths at the back, I can't even remember clearly …”

”San-pao, can you remember this?” Fang Zishu turned to look behind him.

”There are too many forks in the road, I've almost forgotten about them.”

Qi Sanpang's words made Fang Zishu even more worried, as if they had somehow walked into a dangerous place.

Sure enough.

Twenty minutes later, Zi Shu's worries came true.

Previously, when he had observed the giant pile of birch, he had deduced that the entire space was about the size of two to three basketball courts, and ever since they had blasted the bronze floor of the tomb, they had been moving northwards.

He had been walking for more than half an hour now.

Although the speed of their group wasn't fast, it wasn't slow either. After half an hour, not to mention two basketball courts, even ten basketball courts should have already been completed. But now, in front of them were still endless forks and bends.

This feeling was exactly the same as when they had just passed the 'Tiger Child' statue and entered the fork in the road.