"This...what's going on!" The injured man covered his bleeding palm with a irritable look on his face.

The other two men and women were far away from him, as if they were worried about being implicated.

A man said, "So, is the assassination now the beginning?"

At the entrance of the Tangci Station Gate, I looked at the door carefully.

The woman whispered, “Be careful!”

Tang Ci stared at an ice flower exploded on the door and whispered: "I was injured by ice."

The injured man said irritably: "I just want to push the door and try it. Who knew that a white light suddenly flew out, and I couldn't even hide!"

The woman complained: "Are you going through a trial field in one day? How could you let you leave if you locked in a field? I think you were asking for it."

A boy who was so angry at the bookish man pointed to the door next to him: "I saw that the white light shot from here. Did you say that there is a trap here?"

Everyone looked over there, and couldn't stop retreating, trying to get farther away from the so-called trap.

Tang Ci poked the ice on the door with her fingertips, and touched the bloody handprint again.

He looked down at the ash, water drops and blood on his palms.

"I think it's better for us to stay away from that door, bah! bah! The dust here is so big. No one has lived in it for many years, right? The ceiling is covered with spider webs!"

"Wait first, see if there are any clues here!"

Tang Ci walked slowly along the wall and stood in front of a clock.

The clock face was covered with a round glass disc in the middle, and the top was still filled with dust.

He blew slightly, and the tiny dust immediately flew up.

They are scattered under the glass painted window, like tiny colored paper.

Tang Ci used her fingers to erase the gray under the clock face, and only saw a date written on it - 4800.

Tang Ci said, "Do you still remember the date of gold powder?"

The woman said quickly: "I remember it very clearly in 4900 AD."

Tang Ci: "Then this clock is really old enough."

He looked at it for a while and found nothing, so he was about to leave. As soon as he took a step, he didn't know why, and he subconsciously turned around.

Because of the different angles, he found a scratch on the glass sheet.

Tang Ci put her glasses in her eyes, her eyes dark.

...

"What are you doing?"

Anping stared at Meng Busan who was scratching the dial with the tip of the parasol.

Meng Busan whispered: "I'm afraid this will be a maze trap, so let's make a mark here first."

Anping suddenly realized and praised repeatedly: "Wow, you are so smart, yes, you should do this."

Meng Busan coughed lightly and whispered: "I'm not in good health and my skills are not easy to use. Maybe only my mind can help you."

Anping: "No, where are you talking about this? Having a useful brain in the trial field is more important than anything else. It's a pity that my skills cannot strengthen my brain. By the way, what are your skills?"

Meng Busan looked back and smiled, "It looks better if you die."

Anping was stunned, "Ha?"

Meng Busan smiled and said, "That means that my death will make everyone who sees it miss you, and you will never be able to forget it in your whole life."

Anping: "What's the use of this skill?"

Meng Busan: "I think there should always be useful times."

He slowly said, "Don't worry, when I die, you will know how unforgettable it will be."

Anping froze.

He laughed awkwardly, "Ahhaha, you really know how to joke."

Meng Busan's eyebrows were curved, "I want to relieve your nervousness. Don't worry too much. Even if you don't leave that person, it's nothing. After all, he doesn't look easy to mess with."

An Ping shrank his shoulders and felt scared, "That's right, what's the use of just hugging other people's thighs? Besides, L2 and L3 are not much different..."

Meng Busan put down his parasol and nodded with a smile.

An Ping was still a little nervous, but as soon as she saw her smiling face, she immediately calmed down.

His eyes softened, "It's great, you can meet someone like you in the trial field."

Meng Busan raised the corners of his mouth, "Yes, it's awesome!"

Anping coughed lightly and turned his gaze away in a panic, "Then are we going to take the same route as them?"

Meng Busan: "Let's just follow and take a look to prevent any clues from missing."

Anping: "Okay, let's go."

The two of them also walked towards the door on their left.

...

Inside the gate is a dark corridor with no lights or windows, as if it were a giant monster mouth that devoured everything.

Anping hesitated for a moment. When he saw Meng Busan stepping in without hesitation, he quickly cheered up and followed.

He kept moving away from Meng Busan and looked nervously.

However, this passage is so long that it is getting darker and darker.

In the long dark corridor, only the footsteps of two people could be heard.

Anping was extremely nervous, and he whispered: "Big girl, I don't know what to call you yet?"

Meng Busan whispered: "My name is Ai Buai."

Anping turned his head and said speechlessly: "Big girl, what are you kidding?"

The corridor was too dark and he couldn't see Meng Busan's expression.

Meng Busan said in a brisk tone: "I didn't lie to you. I just called this name, because when my mother gave birth to me, she was about to divorce my father. She suspected that her father loved her or not, so she gave me such a name."

Anping: "...so that's it."

It sounds like something is true.

Anping: "Then I call you Mei Zizi Ai? Well, it's a bit strange, then... don't love it? Well, forget it, let's call you Xiao Ai!"

Meng Busan: "I can do it, Brother An."

Anping was refreshed by the call of Brother An.

He slapped his chest hard, "Xiao Ai, Brother An will protect you from now on. You don't have to be afraid. I have experienced many trial fields and am considered a veteran!"

Meng Busan softened his voice, "That's it, then I'll rely on you, Brother An."

Anping proudly: "Don't worry!"

"But, Brother An, have you ever felt something was wrong?"

Anping looked confused, "Ah? Something is wrong?"

Meng Busan said slowly: "We two seem to be trapped here, and this corridor can't end."

An Ping was shocked, "Is this true? I didn't even notice it? What should I do?"

Meng Busan sniffed and whispered: "Sorry, I'm a little afraid of the dark..."

Anping immediately said: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I will blow the wall away now. If I can't find the way out, I will build a way by myself!"

Meng Busan: "I'm afraid it won't work. It's said that this is the end of a snow disaster. The temperature in the entire castle is slowly lowering. If you break through the walls, once the cold air outside pours in, there is still a way out?"

Anping immediately became nervous, "Then...what should I do?"

He wanted to get closer to Meng Busan, and Meng Busan screamed.

"Don't come over!"

"What, what's wrong?"

Anping stood there completely and dared not move?

Meng Busan sobbed and said, "I accidentally stepped on the trap. Brother An, don't come over."

Anping was at a loss, "What trap? If it is a hidden weapon, I can use my body to strengthen it to block a wave for you."

Meng Busan said in a muffled voice: "Yes... I don't know either, but I feel the floor is collapsing. Brother An, I may be about to fall down. You must find me."

"I……"

He suddenly became firm, "Don't worry, I will find you."

Meng Busan: "Then... can Brother An give me some of your blood? I have a redeemed item that can find the trialer based on the blood of the trialer."

Anping didn't want to agree, after all, this was in the trial field, but he remembered Xiao Ai's unyielding...
To be continued...