"More than four hundred years...you... are old enough!"

He laughed at himself, Feng Chenglin walked towards the bronze wall and raised his hand to stroke the pattern above.

“These patterns…”

"Don't move!"

The sound of a change in the temple suddenly came, and Feng Chenglin's hand suddenly froze in the air.

"What's wrong?"

"Each of these patterns is the evolution of the mechanism... Whenever you move, it will cause changes in the mechanism!"

Feng Chenglin instantly sweated coldly on his back, subconsciously shrank his hand and retreated, looking up with shocked eyes.

"You mean...the patterns here... are not all?!"

"yes!"

The sound of Ding Temple was low and hoarse, with obvious tremolo.

"It was when I was very young... I didn't remember it yet... At that time, my grandfather hugged me and visited the mechanic tomb he made... Although I didn't know anything at that time, I remembered its size and dazzling light... Later, when I grew up, I never saw this again. After a long time, I forgot... I didn't expect that I could see it again here..."

Ling Luoyu was thinking about something, and his mind was completely on another thing: "You... your grandfather built this mechanic tomb... and the girl in black asked you for your name..."

Dingmiao and Feng Chenglin turned their heads together and looked at each other again with their eyes flashing.

"San Young Master...what are you going to say?"

"You mean...that girl said I have some use...Is it related to this agency?"

"I don't know..." Ling Luoyu's eyes closed slightly, and he felt that his mind was in a mess.

She is just an outsider, and everything she knows is a little bit of clues.

How could she be asked to find out the key points of the matter in the clues of harmony?!

"I can't say it...it's just a kind of intuition..."

Her eyes slowly opened and she stared at the surroundings.

"Your appearance must have a certain connection with the appearance of Miao things..."

"Ahem..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly coughed and raised his hand to point to a place in front of him.

"That... two... is this normal... or is it abnormal!?"

On the wall in front of him, several patterns were rotating, wandering, changing patterns at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is someone starting the agency..."

Dingmiao stepped forward, put his ears on the wall, and listened to the sound of the rotation of the patterns.

Feng Chenglin subconsciously wanted to listen, but Ling Luoyu pulled his arm.

"Don't move!"

"I don't move... I'm just curious..."

"Fatty, in such a place, you'd better not be curious!"

Ling Luoyu took a step back and stood in the center of the room.

"Curiosity will kill the cat..."

"Why?"

Feng Chenglin had a serious confused face.

"I wonder who it is? Why did he kill the cat?"

"Your uncle..."

Feng Chenglin laughed: "Didn't I think you and Ding Temple are nervous, so I'm thinking about relaxing you..."

"Shh!"

Ling Luoyu suddenly thrust his lips, pulled Feng Chenglin back two steps, lowered his head and looked at his feet.

At the same time, Ding Temple, who was sticking to the wall and listening to the sound, suddenly turned around and stared at the place where Ling Luoyu was standing just now.

There, a circular arc is slowly expanding, revealing a dark hole.

In the entrance of the cave is a spiral downward stone staircase.
Chapter completed!