Chapter 525: Jumo Island (Thirty-One)

"Whether we like it or not, life always urges us to move forward. People pack up, set off, trek, and settle down... Wherever they stop, there will be a fire." Feng Bujue read in a gentle voice and a recitation-like tone, "From the migration of individual lives to the exchange and transportation of food materials, from the evolution of cooking methods to the flow of human destiny... The hurried pace of people and food has never stopped."

"What are you doing... the wandering god on the tip of the tongue?" Honghu continued, "Even if you suddenly come up with a very literary monologue, it will not change the current situation." As he spoke, he stared at the piece of mature neck meat in front of him, struggling with his thoughts.

"The new tasks have been announced, and you can't hesitate any longer. Hurry up and finish eating and get on the road. Don't be like women..." Feng Bujue's mouth was full of oil at this time, and the aroma of meat was sprayed when he spoke. Obviously, he had eaten the piece of rib meat he roasted.

However, Jue Ge, who was half full, still did not leave the fire. He also needs to roast some more meat strips, then wrap them up and store them, so that he can take them out and eat them anytime later.

"Never mind! If I keep starving like this, my stomach will start to digest me!" At this time, Tianma Xingkong shouted loudly, closed his eyes, stuffed the meat in his hand into his mouth, and then chewed it fiercely.

"Eh?" After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, "It's not as disgusting as I imagined... It tastes like beef, and it's quite crispy..."

"Yeah, it's just a little bland." Feng Bujue continued, "What a pity. If we have flour, we can wrap all the meat parts, and then use the steaming method... to make a distinct texture..."

"Cosmic Shaomai, right! Do you think I haven't seen that cartoon!" Jibe interrupted with a roar.

"Hehe..." Feng Bujue smiled. "It's just a joke. Without salt and cooking wine, it's impossible to season so much meat. Besides... if there is such a big siu mai, it's probably impossible to steam it thoroughly. You can consider using charcoal fire..."

"Who is discussing technical issues with you! You are full and have nothing to do!" Ji Bu said again.

"Yes, I am full." Feng Bujue made a face that looked like he deserved a beating. "Hit me~ idiot."

"You are so cruel..." Ji Bu's psychological defense line was finally broken. He glared at Brother Jue fiercely, and then he started eating.

Uncle Fei Chai also muttered to himself at this time: "Well... in order to pass the level. I have even transformed into a girl. Even if it is really eating human flesh, it is not a big deal..."

As soon as this was said, the other four shouted in unison: "Let's not talk about that. We are still good friends!"

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A few minutes passed. The players (except Feng Bujue) filled their stomachs with conflicting feelings. Then they came to the stone wall at the head of the temple.

This is the wall closest to the altar, and they have not yet surveyed it.

"Well... the mission description says 'the corridor behind the altar', so the entrance is either behind this wall or under the floor on the back of the altar." Uncle Feichai speculated, "Considering that we are already underground, the road to the crystal maze is probably extending upwards..." His eyes moved to the wall, "Brother Feng... or... why don't you try licking it again?"

"The secret of the altar is not licked out by me..." Feng Bujue said, and walked to the stone wall. "Those light patterns recorded on the stone slab will appear as long as they are touched by living things. And the part touched is not limited, it can be through clothes..."

"Okay, you don't have to explain it in such detail..." Uncle Feichai advised.

"Okay..." Brother Jue smiled nonchalantly, and then reached out to touch the wall.

The next second, there was a "hiss" sound, and a thick layer of dust poured out from the texture on the wall, bursting out a large cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Jibe immediately took out his weapon (big fan) from his bag, waved it back and forth twice, and easily dispersed it.

After the dust was dispersed, the slightly glowing light pattern on the wall became clear.

Feng Bujue covered his mouth and nose with one hand (it should be explained here that he had taken off his gloves long before the battle with Fuling ended, and passed them through the bag to restore them to a clean state; in short... there is no shit on it, please rest assured), and continued to press on the wall with the other hand, looking at the light patterns and said, "As expected, the hint is still a mural."

The teammates also looked out and looked at the pattern formed by those textures.

The mural in front of them is larger than the two behind the altar, but the content is not complicated, but it is quite easy to understand. The content of the painting is... a humanoid creature, standing behind the altar and playing the piano against the wall. There are also a bunch of strange symbols below it, which the system has no translation at all, and I don’t know which language it is.

"Ha... pleasant puzzle time." Feng Bujue looked at the symbols with interest.

After seeing the mural, Hong Hu immediately turned around and walked towards the banjo next to Vokel's body, saying, "I think... it's the sheet music."

"Ah, it's quite obvious." Feng Bujue replied, "But there is a problem... music is a special language. Even if we can guess which elements in the sheet music each symbol refers to, it is impossible to guess the exact pitch these symbols refer to." He paused, touched his chin and said, "There should be further hints..."

Atobe, who was standing aside, looked at the methodical two people with an unclear look, and sighed: "It's only at moments like this that I feel lucky to have guys like you in the team..."

Tianma Xingkong shrugged and said, "Actually... just break the wall as I say."

"About this..." Feng Bujue turned to Brother Ma, "I have confirmed it with the Imitation Soul, and it told me that... the 'Five Gods' protect this temple with the power of spells. If anyone Attacking the wall with brute force will trigger a counterattack spell. When the Imitation Soul impersonated you before, it was intended to kill people with a borrowed knife, but fortunately, Uncle Good-for-nothing stopped him in time. "

"Tch..." Tianma Xingkong continued with a disappointed look on his face, "These despicable guys... ah..." He picked up the meat on his hand and took a bite, then continued incoherently, "I can do some spells or something. The little trick... tsk tsk... so annoying."

"I said... you are chewing on other people's knees with relish while saying such things... is it really okay?" Atobe covered his face and shook his head.

"Found it!" Honghu had already picked up the banjo and looked at it for a few seconds. "There are similar symbols engraved on the neck, and there are them under each string." As he spoke, he took the banjo and walked away. Come over.

"That's easy to handle." Feng Bujue turned around and said, "Just follow the bullet."

"Hmm... It seems that solving this puzzle is not difficult, but..." Honghu responded as he walked, "... Can any of the five of us know how to play this thing?"

"I can." Suddenly, someone answered in a very normal tone.

Before he finished speaking, everyone else turned to look at him.

"What's wrong? Is it weird?" Uncle Good-for-nothing asked with confusion on his face.

"Well... that's a little bit..." Honghu said, but he still reached out and handed the banjo to the good-for-nothing uncle, "First of all, this is a relatively unpopular instrument."

Feng Bujue continued: "Secondly, I really can't tell...Brother Chai, you are actually a literary young man."

"Hmph...even though I'm only twenty-seven or eighty years old this year, I have a lot of life experience." The good-for-nothing Uncle put the cigarette in his mouth and took the banjo with both hands, "I used to still A member of a boy idol group.”

"Ah?" Atobe used a modal particle to perfectly express his mood at the moment.

"Haha... You didn't expect that, did you? I debuted when I was seventeen, and the four people I formed a group with were all my peers." When he said this, the good-for-nothing uncle had already turned his head around the shoulder strap and put his class Zhuo Qin slung it across his body, "The record company produced several crappy records for us that we couldn't even listen to, and then they even held concerts." He freed his hands and took another puff of cigarette, "It's a pity. When we were nineteen...we were out of date."

"So fast!" Tianma Xingkong exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course, I can understand it," said the good-for-nothing uncle with a smile, "After all, they are nineteen years old. For an idol group, if the combined age of all the members is over a hundred years old, it is considered an elderly group."

"Hey! Which planet's standard is this! Are you a North Korean group?" Atobe couldn't help but complain.

"Speaking of which... there was a Korean in my group back then, and I had a pretty good relationship with him..." Uncle Good-for-nothing continued, "The second year after the band was disbanded, he returned to China to serve in the military." He blew out the smoke again and said, "Uh--two years later, I received a postcard and learned about his marriage. His husband seemed to be his comrade..."

"Isn't this amount of information a little too much..." This small talk of less than two minutes has already made Honghu, who is known for his calmness, sweat profusely.

"Then... that..." Atobu interrupted with his mouth twitching, "Time is limited, let's focus on the mission first..." After saying that, he immediately turned to look at Brother Jue and shouted, "Hey! Crazy Bujue! Come over quickly and solve the puzzle! What are you talking about!"

Poof - poof -

Brother Jue is banging his head against the wall...

"I just want to erase some strange things from my mind..." Feng Bujue said without looking back, "Today I saw a lot of things that I shouldn't see and don't want to see... and now I hear a lot of things that I don't want to see. Listen... As a person with a very rich imagination, I must remove those substances that will seriously pollute the spirit from my thinking palace as soon as possible..." (To be continued...)