Chapter 242 Surrender
"What is a true god?" Huangfu Miaomiao looked up and asked her.

Feng Ling turned around and walked back to the house slowly, saying, "Just now I took a look at the marked rat monsters, and finally I know why these rats like to carry corpses."

Everyone looked over.

"Why move the corpse?" Ye Zheng asked with a frown.

Feng Ling's mouth curled up slightly, "To offer sacrifices. I saw the procession stopped in front of an altar, and the false gods in the procession squatted on the table and ate meat. The meat was the rats we killed."

Xu Yiming was surprised when he heard this, "So the rats in this maze are deliberately feeding the master of the maze?!"

He felt something was wrong again and frowned, "But if you want to feed the Lord of the Labyrinth, can't you just go to the mountain? Why do you have to do something unnecessary like this?"

"It's a bit strange indeed." Feng Ling tilted his head and thought, "But I shouldn't have seen it wrong. That table is an altar, and the corpses on it are tributes. The parade team sent the fake gods here, and they went back after filling their stomachs. So they are fake gods. If they were real gods, how could they be hungry?"

Feng Ling said, smiling, and jokingly said, "When mice are hungry, they can pray to the gods to be no longer hungry. But what should gods do when they are hungry? Who should they pray to?"

The legendary gods breathe wind and drink dew, and have long transcended the mundane world, so they naturally won't feel hungry, but the creatures in the maze still follow the most basic biological laws and need to eat and rest.

Li Qing said, "In ancient times, people would sacrifice livestock to gods to avoid disasters, and some would sacrifice young boys and girls. I think the maze probably follows this setting."

Feng Ling was inspired by what he heard, and suddenly clapped his hands, and suddenly realized: "So, the rat monster offered sacrifices to avoid disaster?"

Ye Zheng frowned and asked, "What disaster are you avoiding? Explain it clearly."

"Of course, the thing that can be considered a disaster for the rat monster is the Lord of the Labyrinth." Feng Ling raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "The mountain is in the center of the labyrinth, connecting many streets in all directions. Assuming that the procession only walks in a straight line, then as long as the location of the altar is determined, the route of the procession can be inferred. As long as the route is determined, the rat monster can avoid it in time to avoid being affected by the mental power of the drums and music. Isn't this avoiding disasters?"

Li Qing then added: "If you want to completely avoid the parade, the rat monster must not only determine the parade route, but also the time and frequency of the parade."

Feng Ling was slightly stunned and looked at Li Qing, "You mean, the interval between each parade is regular? Then we are too unlucky today. We encountered the parade right after we blew up the mountain."

"Perhaps in some special circumstances, the Wandering God will be triggered," Li Qing pondered, "For example, if the Lord of the Labyrinth suffers a serious injury, he needs to eat as soon as possible in order to repair his body."

"This is a bit disgusting..." Feng Ling crossed his arms over his chest and sighed slightly, "If the maze is set up like this, we can't kill rats, otherwise it would be equivalent to sending recovery potions to the master of the maze."

"Ah?" Huangfu Miaomiao was immediately worried. "There are so many rats. If we can't kill them, we will definitely be in a passive position."

"What if we destroy the altar?" Ye Zheng frowned and said, "As long as the parade team doesn't know where the offerings are, they won't be able to bring energy back to the Lord of the Maze in the first place. The maze is so big that it will take a long time to find a dead mouse."

Feng Ling tilted his head and thought for a while, "...I think we can give it a try. Tomorrow, we will destroy the altar and kill a few mice to see if they will move the body over again."

Everyone has no objection.

The existence of the altar is a hidden danger, it would be best if it could be destroyed.

Feng Ling looked around and smiled, "That's settled then. Let's take a rest now. Eat and sleep. We'll set off when it's daybreak."

Li Qing opened his mouth, wanting to remind her that she was marked, but felt that it was pointless to remind her now.

For things that cannot be solved, we can only wait and see for the time being.

He walked silently to the wall, sat down on the cushion, and closed his eyes to meditate.

Feng Ling got a basin of clean water and washed away the remaining smell of gunpowder and blood on his hands. After talking busy for a while, he lay down and went to sleep.

The buildings in the safe zone are quiet.

With the blessing of the gods, the atmosphere here is peaceful and harmonious. Even Xu Yiming, who was so excited that he couldn't sleep because he entered the maze for the first time, finally fell asleep after turning over several times. It is easy for humans to dream in the maze, and the specific reason is unknown.

Feng Ling was dreaming again.

She dreamed that she had an extremely large belly, was in darkness, and the air was cold all around her. In her dream, she was surprisingly aware that she was dreaming.

Although she knew it was a dream, she was unwilling to sit and wait for death. She held her big belly and looked for an exit, but she hit a wall after taking just a few steps.

She seemed to be trapped in a small, cramped room.

This room gave her a familiar feeling. Just as she was thinking this, she heard sobbing.

She groped her way towards the direction of the crying and felt the prickly stubble of hair, which was Feng Shao's hair.

Although the vision was pitch black, she was very sure in her dream that the other person was Feng Shao.

She remembered that when she was a child, she was often locked up in a small dark room with Feng Shao because she was disobedient.

Mother Feng would not beat or scold the children. Locking them up in a small dark room was the only punishment in the orphanage. The children would be locked up in a whole day. They would not starve to death, but enduring the darkness was torment enough. There was no child who was not afraid of the small dark room.

Feng Ling recalled the past in her dream, and then found that her big belly was gone. Not only that, her hands and feet all became small.

She became her younger self.

Feng Ling touched his thin arms and legs and thought: So weak, no muscles at all.

At this time, Xiao Fengshao in the house cried and said, "It's all your fault. You forced me to climb over the wall, wuwuwuwu..."

Oh, so it was because he was locked up in a small dark room for climbing over the wall.

Feng Ling wanted to comfort Feng Shao, but then she remembered that this was just her dream and there seemed no need to comfort him, as she would wake up sooner or later anyway.

Just as I was hesitating, the door of the small dark room was suddenly opened!

A tall figure stood at the door, with light shining in from behind him, casting his entire face in shadow, making him look extremely eerie and terrifying!
Feng Ling was frightened. She couldn't help but fear the other person. The height of an adult was like an oppressive force like a giant in front of her.

She looked at that person and called out tremblingly, "Mother Feng..."

The person at the door shouted sternly: "Feng Ling! Will you dare to do it again next time?! Will you dare to do it again?! Will you dare to do it again?!"

Every time he asked, Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat.

She knew she didn't need to be afraid and that it was just a dream, but she couldn't help but be afraid!
——No, I want to wake up! I want to wake up... wake up quickly...

Feng Ling suddenly opened his eyes and sat up almost instantly!

She pressed her chest and could feel her heart beating rapidly - the dream just now was unreal, but the fear was too real!
Why is this happening?

My brain was just getting confused when I suddenly heard Ye Zheng roaring like a tiger!

Feng Ling immediately turned his head and saw that Ye Zheng had woken up at some point and was roaring at a row of shelves!

Feng Ling couldn't help but gasp. There was actually a squirrel on the shelf.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! ~ Today I drew a Ye Zheng. I wanted to draw half of it in normal state and the other half in mutant state, but I forgot about it while drawing and drew tentacles on both sides. Hahaha!