Zhang Lang opened the door and walked in. An unpleasant smell rushed into his nose...
This is a stable, a very spacious stable, with more than twenty horses standing side by side in separate compartments, some eating grass, and others snoring leisurely.
This is the first time Zhang Lang has seen living creatures other than reincarnations in the castle...
Ah, no, if you include the flowers in the flower bed, this is the second time...
Could it be that these horses are also related to some kind of organization?
Zhang Lang carefully inspected a horse and found nothing unusual. These horses were all very handsome, with strong physiques, well-defined muscles, and very docile.
Arriving at the end of the stable, Zhang Lang was greeted by a wall...
The dead wall had no door at all. Looking back, there was only the small door he came in from dozens of meters away.
Zhang Lang frowned. Doesn't that mean that he can only go back to that endless corridor?
He walked around twice more and even got into the stable, but he didn't find any secret door or anything like that. He couldn't get out at all...
In this way, wouldn't it mean that once you step into that endless corridor, you can only enter this stable with no way out, and you will be trapped here?
Wait, maybe there is more than one door on the right side of the corridor?
Zhang Lang pushed open the door of the stable, returned to the corridor, and tried to keep walking forward. He entered as soon as he saw the door. Several times in a row, but in the end they could only lead to this stable. It seemed that he was indeed trapped in this system. Got it!
Endless corridors are connected to the stables...
Zhang Lang frowned and analyzed countermeasures while walking forward in the corridor. Suddenly, there was an explosion from right in front of the corridor! Even the floor beneath my feet was shaking slightly!
Is there a battle between reincarnations ahead?
Zhang Lang was slightly startled. He heard that the sound must be very close. He hurriedly ran forward, but the corridor was still endless. As he ran, other sounds came from the front again. No matter how far he ran forward, that The voice didn't even have the slightest hint of getting close!
No, he couldn't leave this corridor at all... Zhang Lang roared with hatred and punched the floor!
With his movement, the sound of fighting in front suddenly stopped!
Is there a winner?
That's too much of a coincidence!
The two sides in the battle heard that a third party was approaching, so they immediately called a truce? This is most likely!
The sound can be transmitted, but I can't escape. What's the difference?
Also, why is there a stable in this corridor, and what is the connection?
Zhang Lang's mind was racing. He looked up at the high ceiling of the corridor. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. He took a few steps forward, pushed open the door and rushed into the stable. He opened the fence and pulled out a tall horse!
Zhang Lang led the horse into the corridor and stepped on it. High ceilings, fully capable of accommodating people on horseback!
Zhang Lang flicked the reins, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and shouted "Drive!"
The horse was obviously well-trained, and it ran forward immediately after being ordered to do so. However, Zhang Lang was still not satisfied, and controlled the horse to accelerate continuously. In the end, the whole person was lying on the horse's back, galloping hard in the endless corridor!
Why can the sound be transmitted, but Zhang Lang can't? What's the difference between him and the voice?
Zhang Lang thought of a possibility, that is speed!
As long as you reach a certain speed, you can leave!
How fast exactly? Zhang Lang's two legs should not be enough, but not necessarily if he is riding a horse!
This is why there is a stable next to the corridor!
Finally, as the horse's running reached its maximum speed, an open door finally appeared in front of Zhang Lang!
The horse was galloping and approached quickly. Zhang Lang rushed in instantly, and then his crotch was empty. He fell into a messy storage room and crashed into many sacks stuffed with leaves and cotton.
Zhang Lang climbed out of the sack, looked back at the door behind him, and found that the door was tightly closed. The horse he was riding on was also missing. Only he rushed out of the corridor and came here!
This door could not be opened. Zhang Lang turned around, raised his hand and put it on the door handle on the other side, then narrowed his eyes and retracted...
Zhang Lang took a few steps back, suddenly took a running start, leaned down, opened the door and rushed out!
The next moment he broke out of the door, a flying knife and a fireball came almost at the same time, grazing his scalp and hitting the door panel behind him!
Boom!
The fireball exploded, and the huge force pushed Zhang Lang, who had just rushed out, to fly forward, huddled in the air, rolled several times on the ground, and stopped after hitting a door.
He immediately stood up, held the butcher's knife across his chest, and observed the situation vigilantly.
This is a circular hall with a diameter of more than ten meters. It is very empty and has basically no obstruction. Apart from the words on the ground, there are no patterns or decorations.
On both sides of the hall, there was a person standing on each side.
Zhang Lang recognized that one was No. 5, a tall blond white man with a soldier's temperament;
There is also No. 9, a yellow man in his forties, wearing glasses and wearing blue overalls.
The two guys who just made the noise should be these two guys. After hearing Zhang Lang's voice, the two of them made a temporary truce and kept aiming at the door in this direction. They would attack as soon as Zhang Lang opened the door and came in!
However, Zhang Lang chose to break through the door and rush over, without giving them time to react!
Seeing that the attack failed, the two of them stared at Zhang Lang with vigilant faces. The yellow man among them spoke first:
"Wait a minute... Since everyone is trapped here and can't get out, it's better not to act rashly. It would be bad if there is too much movement and attracts 'ghosts'!"
"can not go out?"
Zhang Lang frowned, and the short-haired white man beside him pointed at the ground, and saw only two lines of words written on the ground.
"Where gladiators fight, only the head of the defeated can open the door to survival..."
Zhang Lang squinted his eyes and looked up at the door that had just been hit by the fireball, burned for a while, and was extinguished just now. This seemingly ordinary wooden door had withstood such explosions and burnings, and was still unscathed and tightly closed.
He reached out and touched the wooden door behind him. He couldn't open it and it was very hard...
Looking to both sides, I found that the two guys were leaning against a door each. There were only four doors in the circular arena, and they were all tightly closed!
"No need to try, it can't be opened!"
The short-haired white man shrugged his shoulders:
"As long as you enter this arena, you can't get out. According to what is said on the ground, you have to kill someone to sacrifice... Now that we are all wary of each other, it's better not to kill each other... Or wait until this round is over. How about leaving, or waiting for a new person to come and working together to kill him?"
Zhang Lang squinted his eyes and swept the two of them with a cold gaze. He suddenly waved his hand and threw the butcher knife in his hand towards the yellow uncle, but he rushed towards the white man with an inch head!
