I am in the world of immortal cultivation

He did not rest on the mat, his eyes fell on the two figures on the wall again.

Under the cover of the wind and sand, the figures of the two people in the painting were really blurred, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

Red Beard stood in front of the mural and thought for a long time. Qin Shu was a little impatient, but she did not dare to send a message to Wen Chi at this time.

As long as the powerful cultivators had a little spiritual fluctuation, they would discover their existence. If there was only one evil cultivator, it would be fine. She and her senior brother would not be afraid.

But... there is another group outside...

Red Beard did not seem to see any clues, so he walked back to the stairs.

As expected, he was also stopped by the barrier.

He turned around and walked outside. Qin Shu whispered to Wen Chi until he was out of the door: "Brother, why don't you say he sits on the futon?"

Wen Chi thought for a moment, "Maybe he wants to wait for everyone to sit together?"

Qin Shu thought about it and did not rule out this possibility, "That's good, if they sit, I'll save a puppet."

Then there were footsteps outside again, and Qin Shu quickly stopped.

One after another, strong men came in, each of them was big and strong, either with a string of bones hanging around their necks or a skull on their shoulders.

Red Beard, who came in to inquire about the situation at the beginning, spoke first, "There are obviously seven futons here, but only one has runes around it, and I have never seen runes before. There is a staircase over there, which should lead to the second floor, but it is set up by someone. I don't know if someone has already climbed up, or if this tower itself has it."

"Is there any clue about this futon?" asked the black-faced man in the lead.

"Nothing was found, and there is nothing hidden under the futon." Red Beard replied.

The black-faced man looked at the mural on the wall again. After looking at it for a long time, he retracted his gaze and pointed at the bluestone bricks on the ground and said, "Pry these bricks up!"

However, no matter how hard they tried, the bluestone bricks on the ground did not move at all.

The black-faced man's face suddenly became darker, "There is indeed something strange on the ground!"

Another monk beside him said, "Brother, let's try to attack the restriction on the upper floor?"

The black-faced man nodded slightly with a stern face, "You go."

"Yes!"

The man took out the magic weapon, pinched a spell and threw it towards the restriction at the staircase.

The whole tower shook, but the restriction at the staircase did not change at all.

Everyone's face was very ugly. Another monk was about to go up and try again, but was stopped by the red beard.

"Brother, the way to get upstairs should be hidden on these cushions. I'm afraid it can't be solved by brute force."

The black-faced man's eyes fell on his face again and asked, "What method do you have?"

The red-bearded man frowned and shook his head, "No clue for the time being."

The angry people thought for a moment and finally retreated from the house.

In their opinion, since there was no way to crack it, they might as well ambush outside and wait for the robbers to eat them.

After they retreated, Qin Shu quietly asked again, "Brother, why don't they sit down and rest for a while?"

Wen Chi was silent again. After a moment, he said, "Okay, I know. I will be more vigilant when I go out in the future."

Qin Shu gave him a smile and jumped out of the mural.

Wen Chi followed closely behind, "Aren't you afraid that they will come in?"

Qin Shu chuckled and said, "If you can't beat them, just run away. What's there to be afraid of?"

While she was talking, her hands did not stop moving at all. She placed the seven puppets on the mat and installed spirit stones on them one by one.

The next moment, the seven mats suddenly connected one after another, and the beams of light shone on the roof, gradually spreading to the entire tower along the six pillars around, and the red barrier at the staircase gradually dissipated.

Seeing this, Qin Shu hurriedly ran towards the staircase, followed by Wen Chi.

As soon as they stepped over the staircase, Qin Shu waved her hand and took off the spirit stones installed on the puppets.

As soon as the two of them went upstairs, seven figures appeared outside the tower door.

"Brother, there are people inside." Red Beard said.

The black-faced man nodded, "Yes, I know."

Although the mural on the wall just now looked lifelike and could be mistaken for the real thing, the style of the clothes he was wearing was indeed popular nowadays, and it didn't look like clothes from thousands of years ago.

When Red Beard heard what he said, he shut up.

The eldest brother was very observant, so they just followed him.

"Brother, shall we go in?" someone else asked.

The black-faced man nodded slightly and replied, "Let's go in and take a look."

They pushed the door open again and found that the mural on the wall was gone.

There was no surprise on the faces of the few people, and they all looked at the futon, where seven strange-looking puppets were sitting.

"What is this?" The black-faced man asked.

Red Beard immediately stepped forward to investigate, and after a look, he found that the puppets did not respond. He tried to hit the puppets with a stream of spiritual energy, but there was still no response.

The red-bearded man then said, "Brother, these puppets have no attack power."

The black-faced man stepped forward and wanted to take down the puppets, but found that they seemed to be stuck on the futon and could not be pulled off.

He has always been very confident in his strength, but this time it was too abnormal.

He frowned and looked behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Come and help."

The other six people came forward to help, but still could not pull down a puppet.

Red Beard was the first to let go of his hand, and his eyes fell on the formation that Qin Shu had drawn at the beginning.

"Brother, do you think this... could it be some kind of formation?"

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Qin Shu and Wen Chi went up to the second floor, which was obviously smaller than the first floor. There was no more cushions here, but murals were painted all over.

Qin Shu stared at the paintings on the wall, touched his chin and asked: "Brother, do you think these are also forged by someone like us?"

Wen Chi: "..."

He raised his hand and took out a blank scroll. The spiritual energy fluctuations on it were very strong, and it was obvious that the level was not low at a glance.

Then he heard him say: "Don't worry, let me try to see if I can copy it. If I can copy it, it's real."

This time it was Qin Shu's turn to shake his head, "No need."

Wen Chi asked again, "What? Do you know whether it's true or not?"

Qin Shu nodded, "It should be real. Look here, the red beam should have shone here just now."

She pointed to a corner of the mural, and Wen Chi looked in the direction of her finger and saw a torch.

Qin Shu snapped her fingers, and a little red flame appeared on her fingertips.

"Since it's a torch, it must be lit."

As she finished her words, the flame in her hand was thrown out, landing squarely on the torch.