“Whether willing or not, life always urges us to move forward. People pack, set off, trek, settle down... Wherever they stop, a fire will be lit.” Feng Bujue recited in a gentle voice, with a tone like a recitation, “From the migration of individual lives to the exchange and transportation of ingredients, from the evolution of cooking methods to the flow of human destiny… The hurried footsteps of people and food have never stopped.”

“What are you doing again… Wandering God of A Bite of China?” Honghu replied, “Even if you suddenly give a literary monologue, it won’t change the current situation.” As he spoke, he stared at the piece of neck meat in front of him that was already well-done, struggling with his thoughts.

“The new mission is already out, you can’t hesitate any longer, hurry up and eat and get on the road, don’t all act like girls…” Feng Bujue was already covered in oil, and his words were filled with the aroma of meat. Obviously, he had already eaten the rib meat he had grilled.

However, Jue Ge, who was only half-full, still didn’t leave the fire. He wanted to grill more strips of meat, then wrap them up and save them, so that he could take them out and eat them at any time.

“I don’t care! If I keep starving like this, my stomach will start digesting itself!” At this moment, Tianma Xingkong shouted loudly, closed his eyes, and stuffed the meat in his hand into his mouth, followed by a burst of chewing.

“Eh?” After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, “It’s not as disgusting as I thought… It tastes like beef, and it’s quite crispy…”

“Yeah, it’s just a little bland.” Feng Bujue added, “It’s a pity, if we had flour, we could wrap all the parts of the meat, and then steam it… to make a dish with distinct layers of flavor…”

“Universal shumai! Do you think I haven’t seen that anime!” Jibe shouted, interrupting him.

“Hehe…” Feng Bujue smiled, “Just kidding, without salt and cooking wine, it’s impossible to season so much meat, besides… if there really was such a big shumai, it probably wouldn’t be possible to steam it through with steam, you could consider using charcoal…”

“Who’s discussing technical issues with you! Are you just full and idle!” Jibe said again.

“That’s right, I am full.” Feng Bujue put on a look that begged to be beaten, “Hit me~ dummy.”

“You’re ruthless…” Jibe’s mental defenses finally broke. He glared at Jue Ge fiercely, and then started eating himself.

Uncle Waste also muttered to himself, “Um… to clear the game, I’ve even turned into a girl, even if it’s really eating human flesh, it’s nothing, right…”

As soon as these words came out, the other four shouted in unison, “If you don’t mention that, we’re still good friends!”

…

Several minutes passed, and the players (except Feng Bujue) filled their stomachs with conflicting feelings, and then came to the stone wall at the head of the hall.

This was the wall closest to the altar, and they had not yet surveyed it.

“Um… the mission description says ‘the passage behind the altar,’ so the entrance must be either behind this wall or under the floor on the back side of the altar.” Uncle Waste stood there and speculated, “Considering that we are already underground, the road to the Crystal Labyrinth is probably extending upwards…” His gaze shifted to the wall, “Brother Feng… how about… you go and lick it again?”

“The secret of the altar wasn’t licked out by me…” Feng Bujue said, walking to the stone wall, “Those light patterns recorded on the stone slabs will appear as long as they are touched by living things, and there are no restrictions on the parts touched, even through clothes…”

“Alright, you don’t need to be so detailed…” Uncle Waste dissuaded him.

“Okay…” Jue Ge smiled nonchalantly, and then reached out and touched the wall.

The next second, a hissing sound was heard, and a thick layer of dust poured out from the texture of the wall, bursting into a large cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Jibe immediately took out his weapon (a large fan) from his backpack and waved it back and forth twice, easily dispersing the dust.

After the dust dissipated, the slightly glowing light patterns on the wall became clear.

Feng Bujue covered his mouth and nose with one hand (it should be noted that he had taken off his gloves after the battle with Fuling, and had cleaned them in his backpack; in short… there was no shit on them, rest assured), and continued to press his other hand on the wall, looking at the light patterns and said, “As expected, the hint is still a mural.”

The teammates also leaned forward to look at the patterns that made up the picture.

This mural in front of them was larger than the two behind the altar, but the content was not complicated, but rather easy to understand. The content of the painting was… a humanoid creature, standing behind the altar and playing the piano against the wall. Below it were a bunch of strange symbols, which the system did not translate at all, and it was unknown what language it was.

“Ha… enjoyable puzzle time.” Feng Bujue looked at the symbols with great interest.

Honghu, after seeing the mural, immediately turned around and walked to the banjo next to Walker’s body, and said, “I think… it’s sheet music.”

“Ah, it’s pretty obvious.” Feng Bujue replied, “But there’s a problem… music is a special language, even if we can deduce which elements in the sheet music each symbol refers to, it’s impossible to deduce the exact pitch that these symbols refer to.” He paused, touching his chin and said, “There should be further hints…”

Jibe, who was standing aside, looked at the methodical duo with an unfathomable gaze and sighed, “Every time at this moment, I am glad that there are guys like you in the team…”

Tianma Xingkong shrugged and said, “Actually… I think we should just break the wall and go through.”

“Regarding this…” Feng Bujue turned to Little Ma and said, “I have confirmed with Soul of Imitation, and it told me… ‘Five Gods’ protect this temple with the power of spells. If anyone attacks the wall with brute force, it will trigger a counterattack spell. Before, when Soul of Imitation impersonated you, it planned to use this method to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but Uncle Waste stopped it in time.”

“Tsk…” Tianma Xingkong said with a disappointed face, “These despicable guys… ah wu…” He picked up the meat in his hand and took a bite, continuing vaguely, “All they know is to play some tricks with spells… tsk tsk… so annoying.”

“I say… you’re eating someone’s knee with relish while saying these words… is that really okay?” Jibe shook his head, covering his face.

“Found it!” Honghu had picked up the banjo and examined it for a few seconds, “Similar symbols are engraved on the neck of the instrument, under each string.” As he spoke, he walked over with the instrument.

“That makes it easier.” Feng Bujue looked back and said, “Just play it.”

“Um… it seems that solving this puzzle is not difficult, but…” Honghu replied as he walked, “…among the five of us, who knows how to play this thing?”

“I do.” Suddenly, someone said this in a very ordinary tone.

Before the voice fell, everyone turned to look at him.

“What’s wrong? Is it strange?” Uncle Waste asked with a puzzled face.

“Um… it’s a little bit…” Honghu said, but he still reached out and handed the banjo to Uncle Waste, “First, this is a relatively unpopular instrument.”

Feng Bujue added, “Second, I really can’t tell… Brother Chai, you’re actually a literary youth.”

“Hmph… don’t think I’m only twenty-seven or eight years old this year, but I have a lot of life experience.” Uncle Waste put the cigarette in his mouth, took the banjo with both hands, “I used to be a member of a male idol group.”

“Ah?” Jibe used an interjection to perfectly express his current mood.

“Hehe… unexpected, right? I debuted at the age of seventeen, and the four people in my group were all my age.” Speaking of this, Uncle Waste had tilted his head around the shoulder strap and slung the banjo diagonally across his body, “The record company made a few garbage records for us that even we couldn’t listen to, and then held a concert.” He freed his hand and took another puff of smoke, “Unfortunately, at the age of nineteen… we were washed up.”

“So fast!” Tianma Xingkong exclaimed.

“Of course, I can understand.” Uncle Waste smiled, “After all, we were all nineteen, and for idol groups, a group whose total age exceeds one hundred years old belongs to the elderly group.”

“Hey! What planet’s standard is this! Are you a North Korean group?” Jibe couldn’t help but complain.

“Speaking of… there was a Korean in my group back then, and I had a good relationship with him…” Uncle Waste continued, “The second year after the disbandment, he returned to his country to serve in the military.” He exhaled another puff of smoke, “Fu—two years later, I received a postcard, learning that he was married, and his husband seemed to be his comrade-in-arms…”

“Isn’t this too much information…” This short chat of less than two minutes had already caused Honghu, who was known for his composure, to break out in a cold sweat.

“Th-that…” Jibe interrupted with a twitching corner of his mouth, “Time is limited, let’s focus on the mission first…” After saying that, he immediately turned his head to look at Jue Ge and shouted, “Hey! Feng Bujue! Hurry up and come solve the puzzle! What are you doing?”

Pu—pu—

Jue Ge was banging his head against the wall…

“I just want to erase some strange things from my mind…” Feng Bujue said without turning his head, “Today I saw a lot of things I shouldn’t have seen and didn’t want to see… and now I’ve heard a lot of things I didn’t want to hear… As a person with a very rich imagination, I must remove those substances that will seriously pollute my mind from the temple of my thoughts as soon as possible…”