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When the four young men arrived at the outer wall of the leisure area, they could clearly hear deep chanting voices inside. The voices were all very old, and they must be those villagers.

The courtyard wall is not very high, so they can peek out with their toes and see what's going on inside the courtyard.

Wang Xuanyuan raised his head with difficulty and could see that the yard inside was very large, as big as one and a half basketball courts. There were a lot of fitness equipment placed around it. From the surrounding light, he could see that the equipment was not very shabby. It has just experienced the invasion of wind, rain and time.

There are torches all around the yard, yes, they are the original torches. There are no modern electric lights and neon lights installed here, it is completely retro.

I saw a group of people gathered in the middle of the courtyard. They were all wearing hooded black robes, almost all hanging down to the ground. Their hats were pushed down so low that their faces could not be seen at all.

These people gathered in the shape of a fan, lowered their heads, clasped their hands, and were muttering or reciting something. In front of these people stood a man in a white robe, which was in sharp contrast to the large group of people opposite.

There is a large mirror about half the height of a person next to it. A thick candle is lit in front of the mirror. The candlelight is green. I don't know what is added to the candle.

Next to the candlestick is a large sarcophagus, which is placed on a human trailer with wheels, seemingly for the convenience of transportation.

The men in white robes also clasped their hands together like the men in black robes around them, and whispered something in a very respectful manner. Wang Xuanyuan only felt that the buzzing was deafening, but he couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.

There was an ancient desk in front of the white-robed man. The desk was facing Wang Xuanyuan and the others. Wang Xuanyuan could only faintly see a weird devil image carved on its side, with a strange expression on its face. Looking from the front of the desk, Less than.

On the desk, Wang Xuanyuan saw what seemed to be an open book, and it seemed that the man in white robe was reading from it.

Walter patted Wang Xuanyuan with his hand, pointed to the thing on the desk, and then gestured with his hand that that thing should be the key thing.

Wang Xuanyuan nodded, and then the four of them squatted down under the wall, discussing what to do next.

Walter said in a low voice: "We should get closer and listen to what they are saying, so that we may be able to figure out whether they are wizards and what are they doing at this gathering?"

Patrick was more cautious. He said: "I think we should just observe them quietly here. It is impossible to get anything from under their noses. It is too difficult."

Wang Xuanyuan was also at a loss. He really wanted to hear what they were saying and see what they were doing up close, but he would definitely be discovered if he got close. He couldn't see anything even if he leaned against the wall like this. Come up with something.

Walt said: "What if we were invisible? We wouldn't be able to find us."

James Wan said: "Invisible? How to be invisible?"

Patrick said: "This is a good idea. If you blend in among them, you won't be easily discovered. But let's go get the black robe."

Wang Xuanyuan explained to James Wen: "Invisibility means that we also put on black robes and blend in with the crowd, so that they will not notice us."

James Wen nodded as if he understood.

Walter said: "At any rate, I've been here for a while. I should be able to know where they usually place props like that. So, you guys wait for me here and I'll go look for them."

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