"These vines are the failures of the immortality experiment! Jie, maybe there are brain cells from the three major camps of your Zhang family in the watermelon heads on the vines!" Yan Wangdong sneered.

Facing the whimsical thoughts of King Dong of Yan, everyone felt that it was not that ridiculous for the first time.

What exactly is immortality?

From ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many people have explored and pursued it, but they have gained nothing. For humans, immortality will be an unknown thing for a long time.

Moreover, human current technology alone cannot solve the problem of immortality. Even the cloning technology that has just been born has only achieved the basics.

Therefore, all unknown fears, from another perspective, may not be a height that science cannot reach. And the whimsical imagination of King Dong of Yan is not without basis in some aspects. The problems that cannot be solved by science do not mean that it cannot be realized, but what science cannot do will summarize them into superstition.

"These watermelon heads are all from the Three Great Camps? Grandma's." After hearing the words of Yan Wang Dong, the fat man thought of the watermelon heads that had been slaughtering before. The more he thought about it, the more he found that those watermelon heads were like Yan Wang Dong said, full of human wisdom. Otherwise, how could they take the initiative to attack everyone?

Zhang Meng didn't know how to take what Yan Wangdong said, so she called Uncle San.

Zhao San sighed as if he had expected it.

The meticulous lady Na immediately noticed Zhao San’s strangeness and said, “I’m afraid this is the reason why Uncle San concealed the truth?”

"Are this all true?" After hearing Lady Na's words, Zhang Meng's hair stood up, and for a moment, countless thoughts came like a tide, wave after wave.

"San... San Master, these tentacles and watermelon heads are really seniors from the Three Camps?" Huang Dog's voice changed, and he couldn't believe it was true at all.

Although everyone closed their eyes, Zhao San could still feel everyone's nervousness, and after a moment, he sighed: "That's right."

As Zhao San finished speaking, the team immediately exploded.

"My mouth, this... this... is actually true!"

"They are actually their own people!"

"Is there really such a bizarre experiment on immortality in this world?"

Faced with the crowd's talk, Zhang Meng asked Zhao San: "So who was the murderer who killed the three camps?"

"Yes, who is the murderer?"

"That's right, our people from the Zhang family in the Northern Sect cannot die in battle and will suffer here."

The three generals of the family, the brown rat, the red snake, and the yellow dog, all screamed in anger.

"This..." Zhao San stumbled for a moment and said in a tactful tone: "I didn't see who the murderer was at that time."

"You're talking nonsense, you must know." Before Zhang Meng was waiting for Zhang Meng to attack, the fat man pointed his finger at Zhao San's nose: "Old bandits should not fool him at the critical moment. You don't know who the murderer is. How can you know that these watermelon heads are all from the three camps? You don't know that you have entered this door twice? You don't know that you can still go out alive? Zhang Quede advised me before, but I didn't delve into it, but this time I must ask the truth."

"That's right, the people of the Zhang family can't die so confused!" The yellow dog next to him also said angrily.

"It was only the second time I entered the maze tunnel that I saw the brothers from the three camps lying all over the ground, all without their heads. As for what happened, I really didn't know anything. And..." Zhao San said.

"What else?" the fat man asked.

"If I hadn't heard Yan Wangdong's explanation today, I wouldn't believe it, and the brothers of the three camps would have been turned into something like this, which is neither human nor plant." Zhao San said: "Our priority is to find a way to escape."

"Tsk, I want to change the topic again. The old Baqiu, the King of Hell, said that we can't escape. I think we have to pry open your mouth when we want to go out!" said the fat man.

Seeing that the fat man was talking more and more ruthlessly, Zhang Meng turned to ask Yan Wangdong: "Senior, since you have seen that these watermelon heads are all immortality test items made by people from the Three Great Camps, did you also see the murderer behind the scenes back then?"

"No." Yan Wangdong shook his head: "If I had really seen it back then, would I still live to this day?"

"So, Master San is probably really unaware of it." Huang Gou agreed: "It is beyond my imagination to be able to kill the people in such a narrow space. If Master San sees it, he will not be able to live."

"That's right, I believe in the third master." Brown rat also said.

"You guys just help the old bandits hide it!" The fat man cursed angrily: "You guys don't want to. If you don't figure out what happened back then, how can we go out? Could it be that everyone, like the three camps, will become the watermelon heads of his food?"

"Fatty, please calm down first, I'm afraid it's useless." Lady Na thought to herself, "According to what Uncle San and King Dong said, this maze will change randomly every time it is opened, and previous escape experience is useless at all."

"It's useful or not, I'll know after I've said it." said the fat man.

"Little Nizi is right." King Yan looked puzzled: "It's hard for us to escape now."

"Don't always say that these useless things are useful, give some practical things." The fat man said angrily.

"But..." King Yan changed his tone.

"I'll go, can you stop breathing?"

"If I was not mistaken, someone would definitely take us out of here." Yan Wangdong suddenly smiled.

"Someone?" Facing the inexplicable words of King Dong of Yan, the fat man was stunned for a moment, and thought of many people in an instant: "Who could it be?"

"It's the Zhang family boy!" Yan Wangdong suddenly had his eyes lit up and pointed straight at Zhang Meng.

"Why is it me?" Zhang Meng was stunned by the point of Yan Wang Dong.

Before Zhang Meng could figure out what Yan Wangdong meant, the maze tunnel that was originally quiet could even hear a needle falling off suddenly remembered a series of rattan twitching sounds.

Crazy.

Crazy.

As these sounds came to mind, the ground under everyone's feet was pulled up without warning!
Chapter completed!