"...I really didn't expect it!" A black figure suddenly appeared on the stone platform in the center of the hall, which was a thorn in black outfit. "The old K group that we can't find is always around us!"

The thorn pulled off the black cloth covered with his face, revealing his face. There was no human skin on this face that looked like a human, and the purple-black muscles were like dry beef jerky clinging to the skull. There were no eyelids on the eyes, and the pale pupils were like snow stones, reflecting a cold light in the dim fire.

The thorn's mouth was split all the way to the ears, neither upper lip nor lower lip. The two rows of scattered teeth were like sharp teeth on chainsaws, and the entire head was as terrifying as a dry skeleton. This zombie face, which was comparable to a mummy, had a slightly trembling upper and lower jaws, and the harsh words of metal interlaced sounded again.

"Since you have such a reputation and status in this world, the era of sea power should be your home world, right? Or have you completed an epic legendary plot in this world?" Gui Tsu murmured as if he was talking to himself.

"Hehe!" After a moment of silence, without getting Xu Mo's answer, Guitao suddenly chuckled, "It's a pity for someone like you to die here! Otherwise, what about letting the old K Group join the Temple of the Gods? I can ask the leader to set up another position as deputy leader for you, and the old K Group can enjoy absolute autonomy in the Temple of the Gods!"

The harsh laughter echoed in the hall, but Xu Mo seemed to have disappeared from here, and no one replied to the harsh proposal.

The strange smile on his face was hanging on the strange smile, only the pale eyes on the dry face turned slowly, and he looked down on the stone platform to peer at everything around him. After a while, the strange sword finally felt a little impatient. The dried flesh on his face twitched slightly, slowly raised his hands, tearing the cuffs on his arms, revealing two arms wrapped tightly in white bandages.

The thorn put his arm close to his mouth and bit the bandage with his sharp teeth. As the bandage fell off, a pair of slender arms with a jade color appeared. Compared with the dry face like a zombie, these jade hands were as beautiful as works of art, as if they were Venus's tender gloves that had never been seen by the world.

Weizhan's right wrist flipped upwards, and a short dagger about half a foot long was added in his palm. The shape of this dagger was a bit strange, as if it was half a blade removed from the scissors, and there were invisible ripples on the edge of the blade. This is Weizhan's professional outfit, a large nano-laser scalpel he obtained in a high-tech world.

"You are very smart, but it's useless. I have enough time to kill you before your companions arrive here again!" Guitao stuck out his tongue and licked his sharp teeth, revealing a bloodthirsty hideous ghost face.

After saying that, the sting no longer disappeared, but stood there in place, without any movement, and even the ups and downs of his chest gradually weakened, as if it had been turned into a statue, and the central hall of the pyramid fell into a dead silence again.

Of course, Xu Mo has not left this central hall. High-level transferees like Xu Mo and Gui Thief, as their combat professions deepen, the difference between them and ordinary reincarnationists will become increasingly greater.

The perception of ordinary reincarnation people is still a relatively general sixth sense, while the transferees are different. With the different professions, different types of transferees perform differently in perception. For example, if you put aside the dream of Isera, Xu Mo's stealth skill will not be felt by Wood, as long as it is within sight, he will see through it at a glance.

The perception of those who transfer the magic system like Selna and Dinah is different from that of Wood. They rely on the fluctuations of magic system elements in the space to sense the existence of the enemy. As for those who transfer the agile magic system like Xu Mo, although the perception range is not large and they cannot use magic system elements to detect the enemy, there are no transferees of the same level who can attack them at close range.

The body of an agile transferee is very sensitive and is the best sensor. Although there will be subtle differences in individuals, as long as the abilities are not very different, once it is approached a certain distance, the body will naturally feel the threat.

After the Shitou suddenly appeared on the stone platform, Xu Mo immediately felt a huge danger. Just now, the two of them were hiding at the same time and quickly changed positions in the hall. The Shitou's appearance was completely broken.

The moment the thorn appeared, Xu Mo immediately forced himself to curb his progress like a conditioned reflex, and used so much force that it even damaged the muscles in his legs. It was like a film without a follow-up picture, and he was still in the running position.

The young man could not tell whether Shitou sincerely invited him to join the temple of the gods, nor did he care about the truth or falsehood. Xu Mo only vaguely felt in his heart that as soon as he opened his mouth and even had a larger movement, Shitou might be able to identify his specific position immediately.

Sweat condensed into beads from Xu Mo's forehead, slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the sailor shirt on his chest, melting into the texture of the linen, slowly seeping out a piece of sweat stain. Xu Mo tightened his body, held the short spear behind his right hand, slowly leaned down, spread his five fingers with his left hand, and gently supported it on the ground, like a lurking cheetah. However, Xu Mo still did not dare to turn his head and stare at the thorns to avoid being sensed by the other party.

"Hu!" At this moment, a small blue and white flame suddenly rose in a corner of the pyramid hall, illuminating the dim pyramid hall. The blue fire flashed and disappeared, as if it was an illusion that appeared in the minds of the two people under nervousness.

"Hu, Hu, Hu, Hu!" However, this small blue fire that had disappeared seemed to have opened a Pandora's box. Blue and white ghost fires continued to lit up in the dim hall, dyeing the entire hall a faint blue color.

"Phospheric fire!" The thorn standing still like a stone sculpture flashed in her eyes. She didn't care about sensing Xu Mo's place anymore and observed the surrounding situation.

Just after a closer look, the thorn immediately found a strange situation in the hall. Not only the empty corners of the hall, but also the grooves on the stone walls also gradually rippled with more and more powerful blue phosphorus fires. And in the small canals with wide fingers on the floor of the hall, a thick black liquid slowly flowed, as if the black blood flowing in the veins.

"This is... oil!" Gui Tser squatted down and used his fingers to touch the black liquid in the small channel, and his face immediately changed drastically.

"I finally waited!" Xu Mo's lips showed a grim smile.

Before entering this central hall, Xu Mo was always troubled by the strange structure of the underground maze. The corridors with concave stone canals with high edges and low centers, like dark rooms like big pots, and the whole shape is like a large funnel. These corridors and stone canals that look like sewage discharge systems are actually the last traps and defense methods of the pyramid.

The pyramid is the tomb of Egyptian pharaohs. When the designer built the tomb, he left a complete set of sewage discharge systems. Originally, Xu Mo couldn't figure out the functions of these corridors and dark rooms until he was awakened by Wood's unintentional words.

Wood, a perceptual transferee, felt the breeze in the central hall. Why did there be wind in the underground maze hall deep in the underground? The dead Pharaoh and the bronze statues of Anubis do not need to breathe. Of course, the tomb designers would not be so kind to leave fresh air for the tomb robbers. Then they only have one function, as a combustion gas for flames.

After understanding this, Xu Mo immediately inferred that this pyramid must have stored items for burning. From the preservation, the fine stone canals spread throughout the underground maze, it can be completely judged that this thing should be oil. Egypt may not have a large amount of wood, but it is absolutely not short of industrial black gold - oil.

At the beginning, the slight earthquake occurred in the pyramid, which was obviously the mechanism in the pyramid that opened the ventilation ducts and the "oil tank" at the top of the pyramid. Immediately afterwards, gravity would naturally guide the oil along the narrow stone canals and pour into the underground maze, the large funnel, making the entire maze covered with this black liquid.

Phosphorus should exist in the stone walls and troughs of the central hall. Whether it is white phosphorus, yellow phosphorus, or phosphine after the decomposition of the corpse, the ignition point is very low. Tomb robbers will naturally carry torches when entering a dark hall. Even if they do not carry torches, the temperature of the cold central hall will rise after ventilation until the ignition point of the phosphorus is reached.

The pyramid designer's calculations are extremely accurate. Another function of this underground maze is to delay the time of tomb robbers and make everyone unable to escape before the fire spreads. From igniting oil from the phosphorus fire to the entire underground maze turning into a huge crematorium, it only takes more than ten minutes at most.

At such a moment, unless the trap is discovered in advance, even at the speed of Xu Mo and Gui Thief, it will not be able to escape from the complex underground maze.

"Okay, okay, okay! So that's why you dare to face me alone. You deserve to be the wise man who defeated Lute. You should have figured out this trap long ago!" Wei Tsai laughed bitterly, tearing off his black top, revealing his skinny and slim chest, and shouting in hatred, "I want to see if I'm burned to death by the flames first, or if you're killed by me first!"

Weishu is not a fool. The moment he discovered the Phosphorus Fire, he completely understood where the vague worry in his heart came from. It was too late to escape now. Let’s not talk about whether Xu Mo would let him go. Even if Xu Mo did not obstruct him on the way, he might not be able to escape from the range of the maze. Weishu did not have Raphael’s maze map in his hand.

As for the cunning and insidious old K, the Shits guessed that either he had fireproof equipment or his own fire resistance was extremely high, and he was not afraid of the fire at all. Only then did he have the capital to spend it with himself until he fell into the flames.

Seeing the ugly ghost-like thorn regaining its calm, Xu Mo's pupils shrank slightly, feeling very difficult.

At the same time, on the other hand, his concerns about Max and others were still not weakened at all. Although Max and others had been away from the central hall for about ten minutes, even with the guidance of Caesar and the map, they should have only walked half of the maze, and they were still more than half of the journey to escape.

"Boom!" The phosphorus fire in a stone trough in a central hall rolled to the ground from the gap in the stone trough, touching the oil in the stone trough on the ground, and suddenly a flame more than half a meter high rose.

The fire source quickly spread along the stone canal, and the entire central hall turned into a flame hell in an instant. Xu Mo's face was shining with the light of the fire. In his perception, the thin figure on the stone platform remained motionless even under the licking of the fire, standing like a real statue.

"Swish!" The flames on the ground licked Xu Mo's sailor shirt, and a faint burnt smell filled the air...

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