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"Then it's decided!"

Without thinking, everyone unanimously agreed to the recipe.

However, Qi Sanpang also had another question. Even if Fang Zishu were to use this primitive method to measure the distance and time between each fork, what would happen next? Looking for an exit through the technique of Feng Shui? But in this damned maze, they had lost even the most basic sense of direction, so how could they choose to move forward?

Hearing Qi Sanpang's words, Fang Zi explained immediately, "The reason why we got lost is because we lost our sense of direction. In feng shui, we are also known as the 'Phantom Wall'. To solve this problem, it's actually very simple. We only need to follow Ben."

"Follow Ben?"

Fang Zishu nodded.

From his point of view, all perception of this world, regardless of location or bitterness, originated from that pair of eyes. Because in the human heart there will always be an inertial thought, that is, my eyes will not deceive me.

In fact, apart from this logic, people's eyes can sometimes deceive people.

Of course, this is closely related to the human brain center.

For example, when a person was lost, the moment they saw something symbolic, the eyes would transmit this information to the center of the brain, and then the center of the brain would transmit this message through the eyes to make a corresponding judgment. In the academic field, this kind of thinking method was called inertial thinking.

It's a particular kind of thinking that belongs to humans.

"How could the human eye deceive itself?" Xiao Hui did not believe it.

Seeing the fatigue on their faces, Fang Zishu suggested that they take a break. While they were resting, Fang Zishu told them a story he had heard from the High Priest since a young age. The protagonist of the story is Confucius and his disciple, Yan Hui.

The general meaning was that Confucius had been trapped in the area between Chen and Cai (lack of food), had no food at all, and hadn't eaten rice for seven days.

He slept there during the day. Yan went back to get more rice. After getting it back, he cooked. It was almost cooked. Confucius saw Yan Hui grab the food in the pot and eat it. After a while, when the meal was cooked, he treated Confucius to a meal. Confucius pretended not to see Yanzi eating.

Confucius stood up and said, "I was just dreaming about my ancestors. I ate a clean meal before I gave it to them." Yan Wang replied, "It's not like that. Just now, the charcoal ashes floated into the pot (the rice was dirty). It wasn't good to throw it away, so I grabbed it and ate it."

Confucius sighed and said, "You should believe in the eyes, but the eyes are not necessarily trustworthy. You should believe in your own heart, and you cannot believe in your own heart."

This story tells us that what we see is not necessarily true. Fang Zishu chuckled, "We often say that only the eyes do not deceive themselves. However, the eyes often inadvertently feed information back to the brain through some iconic object, and then let the brain make the wrong judgement. This could also be considered as indirectly deceiving oneself. This also means that you feel that you still have a sense of direction, but you're actually lost.

The fat man nodded his head and said: "That seems to be the case. Then, how should we deal with it now?"

Fang Zhushu paused before continuing, "Breaking through this is actually not difficult, but the person who designed this maze was a master of arcane arts. There should be a lot of magnets buried underground, so the chaotic magnetic field in this space caused my compass to fail."

"Apart from this, there is no other sign of the Celestial Phenomenon in the depths of this place. We simply can't find the guided star at all. That is to say, in the course of our several twists and turns, we have unknowingly lost the most basic sense of direction, and can only allow others to lead us by the nose. So after walking for so long, we will still be walking in circles around this small place. "

Fang Zishu's eyes flashed, "If I'm not wrong, there is definitely a fork in the road that we have yet to cross. As long as we can find the fork in the road that we have not walked through, we will be able to break through this so-called 'ghost wall' in front of us and walk out of our current predicament."

"Master Fang, how about we get Fatty to blow up this place and see how the situation is?" Who knows, maybe they would just directly break out of this situation. "

Da Ceng's words had just left his mouth when Fang Zishu and Qi Sanpang simultaneously stopped him. "Absolutely not!"

Qi Sanpang glanced at the book and continued, "Do not use explosives. The forks here are very narrow, and we still don't know what kind of soil is behind these dark wood. Although the level of the point explosion is very high, this is not the outside world, we have nowhere to retreat to. If we blow up the dark wood and cause the soil behind it to collapse, we will be buried alive."

"What should we do if we can't use explosives? Is it a fork in the road? A fork in the road? " After staying in this pitch-black space for such a long time, Big Zheng's mood became a little depressing. Seeing this, Fang Zishu could only comfort her, "Don't complain. The situation is not yet at its end. As long as we persevere, we will be able to break through this barrier and walk out of this damned place!"

Although he had used the most primitive method of measurement, but he could only get a rough idea of the method and could not make it accurate. So after wandering around for a short while, they once again returned to the starting point.

After seeing the familiar symbol, everyone, including the recipe, did not want to move anymore.

In order to get out of this hellhole, they had to circle around many times within the maze. They had to waste several hours, but in the end, they couldn't find the hidden passageway. Instead, they had to circle around it once again.

"Damn, we're going back. It seems like we really can't get out this time!"

Qi Sanpang sat on the ground with a depressed look on his face. He reached into the pocket of his pants and quickly lit up a cigarette.

A pungent smell of smoke came out, causing Fang Zi's gloomy head to become much clearer, "Everyone, change your positions. Let's retreat to the place where we found the stone statue of 'Tiger Boy'. Once we reach there, we can retreat to the bronze coffin. "I remember when we were at the K location of the bronze coffin, I used a compass, which meant that the magnetic field at that place didn't cover it. As long as I use the compass, I can figure out our position and figure out a way to continue."

Professor Xu nodded, "Everyone, don't be discouraged. Do as Master Fang says!"