Just when they fell into despair and felt sorry for the sacrifice of the gardeners, the soil layer at the corner of the wall suddenly moved twice. Fang Xiaoyuan raised her head, and saw a pinch of tiny soil clods falling on the platform, followed by the soil layer adjacent to it. These black ore soils are like mottled wall coverings, falling down one by one without stopping. Soon, a round hole appeared in the corner of the wall, just enough to allow a craftsman to pass through.
Everyone stared at the hole with bated breath, and saw a wisp of black smoke drifting out slowly from the inside, stopped in the air and gathered into a ball, like a dark cloud.
"Dark Cloud" kept spinning and twisting, and with a "poof", a black hand pushed out from nowhere. The black hand fumbled twice, groped into the black mist, and quickly pulled out Yuanyuan's head, two arms and legs. They danced in the air, looking for their proper position, and quickly put together again to form a gardener.
The craftsmen were dumbfounded, and couldn't help sighing, "There is such a miraculous thing"
Fang Xiaoyuan ran forward, looked up at it, "I thought you were crushed by these earthen walls!"
The gardener scratched his head and said with a naive smile, "I am a cloud of smoke, which has no fixed shape. Even if I get squished, it doesn't matter, I can always recover."
Knowing that all this turned out to be just a false alarm, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Zhou Yangyang's voice came from behind.
"What happened? Why are you all here?"
Fang Xiaoyuan turned her head and saw him climbing down from the hole in the seventh district along a long hemp rope, swinging the long rope and jumping, and landed firmly on the platform. "Where's the spar?"
"The spar fell down." Fang Xiaoyuan said, "I don't know what happened just now, these layers of soil suddenly moved from all directions to the middle, luckily the garden disciples saved us, otherwise the artisan demon and I would have been squeezed into meatloaf long ago. "
Zhou Yangyang stepped forward, reached out and tapped the airtight wall, and found that there was no hollow echo inside. Unlike when the spell caused the collapse and locked him inside, this time not only the passage behind the earth wall disappeared, but also the entire spar mine connected to it.
"The soil layer has been sealed." He turned around and said to everyone.
"Secret? What does that mean?" the craftsmen asked in puzzlement.
"It is completely squeezed together without leaving any gaps." Zhou Yangyang explained, "I came down all the way from the top, and found that all the relatively narrow spar mines you dug before were gone, not only here .Maybe even mines in the lower layers of soil, I suppose."
"How is this possible?" The artisans did not believe it. They immediately divided into two teams. After leaving the platform, one team went up and the other went down. They circled all the geodes in the entire mine layer, and finally had to admit that what Zhou Yangyang said was true. Hundreds of mines disappeared without a trace.
"This is too strange!" The craftsman yelled, unable to accept this reality.
There was really no other way, so they had no choice but to go back to the storage room first. Everyone soon discovered that the cracks on the gravity stone had become bigger than before, but the little principal who was stuck on it disappeared.
"He is helping to transport the adhesive in the seventh area." Zhou Yangyang said, "I think the sudden closeness of these soil layers must be related to the enlargement of the cracks in the gravitational stone. A large amount of attractive material flows into the narrow space, changing These strange changes will be caused by the surrounding magnetic field. We must speed up and fix the gravitational stone as soon as possible."
The craftsmen sat slumped in the corner without saying a word. Decades of work have been destroyed, and they are still puzzled by the disappearance of the hedron mine.
All the way up the entrance of the cave, the gardeners stood one meter apart, and the little gardener stood at the end of the line, instructing them to move the sleeping bottles containing the flames transported from the void into the cave one by one. These bottles are very heavy, and it takes two gardeners to lift them barely, and the transportation speed is not fast.
The principal of the garden looked at the bottle in front of him again and again, and couldn't help but wondered, "It's the first time I know that the flame actually has weight."
The smoke-shaped monster standing with its hands behind its back and watching the team move slowly said, "The flames themselves really don't have any weight, what they bear now is only the weight of the sleeping bottle."
Upon hearing the news, the principal of the garden was very surprised. He walked to a sleeping bottle waiting to be transported, and reached out to measure its size and height. This bottle is much smaller than the one made by Xiaoyan before. In order to maximize the capacity, the wall of the bottle is also quite thin, so it doesn't look like a heavy thing.
He didn't believe in evil, and stretched out his hands to hold the bottle, trying to lift it up, but he didn't move a bit after working hard for a long time.
smoke shapeThe demon stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't waste your efforts. This sleeping bottle is created from the strongest, most stable, and longest-lived substance in the world. Motionless."
Although the principal of the garden did not want to admit that he was not strong enough, but the facts were in front of him, and he was powerless to refute, so he quietly stepped aside and quietly watched the garden disciples struggling to move sleeping bottles one after another into it. in the hole.
When the last bottle was transported away, the smoke-shaped monsters closed the passage, and followed the principal, Xiaoren, back to the seventh area of ??the sea mound.
"Thank you." The principal of the garden thanked them sincerely, "I will abide by the agreement and return all the garden students to freedom."
He took out a square golden card from his pocket, and after reciting the spell silently, he opened his palm and pressed it firmly. When it was removed, a clear palm print was left on the card. The palm print slowly seeped into the card, melting it and turning it into a white ball of light.
The head of the garden threw the ball of light into the air, turned into dozens of white lights, passed through the deep hole, caught up with the gardeners carrying sleeping bottles, landed on their shoulders one by one, and enveloped them .
Those gardeners stopped and bathed in white light. Those rays of light are like countless beating light spots, touching their skins, penetrating into their bodies, replacing the pitch black with white.
After a while, the extremely black garden disciples like dark clouds disappeared, replaced by brand new white smoke-shaped monsters one after another. They seemed to have just woken up from a long sleep, their eyes widened, and they looked at each other in disbelief.
A ray of white light shuttled through the deep cave and hit the wall several times before finally arriving at the storage room where the gravity stone is stored. It jumped a few times in the air, and ran towards the gardener standing in the corner without hesitation, covering it completely inside.
"Look! It's changed color!" This light attracted the attention of a craftsman demon. it jumped up and cried out loudly. "It turned white!" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com