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In the eyes of the Brother Dali, what Fang Zishu had said was completely nonsense.

However, in this situation, he had already exhausted all his abilities.

Furthermore, Fang Zishu had a serious expression, so Brother Dali could only let him give it a try.

"Alright, as long as you can bring us out of this damned place, we'll do whatever you say!"

After a moment of hesitation, Brother Dali nodded heavily towards Fang Zishu.

As for the other people, when they saw their boss' Brother Dali 'nodding, they naturally did not have any objections as well. They all turned their gazes towards Fang Zishu, wanting to know how Fang Zishu would break through the' Wall-Hitting Ghost 'in front of them and bring them away from this damned place.

Seeing that Brother Dali and the rest had agreed, Fang Zishu did not delay any further, and immediately had the Brother Dali and the others form a bonfire with the wooden sticks in their hands. After everything was ready, Fang Zishu took out a 'fire piston' from his chest and ignited these dried up wooden sticks along with the alcohol in his bag.

"Zishu, didn't you want to use 'eight gates against one' to deduce the method to break the wall? What are you going to do with these wooden sticks? "

The policeman was puzzled.

"I was in a hurry. I didn't have a pen in my bag, so I wanted to burn some sticks to get some charcoal." Fang Zishu explained before continuing, "The charcoal made from these wooden sticks are not only good in color, but they can also be grinded to dust and smeared on the face, causing the ghosts to temporarily be unable to see us!"

"Charcoal has such an effect?" The policeman was surprised.

As far as he was concerned, charcoal was simply a material used to ignite fires. Other than that, there was no other use to it.

But who would have thought that once it entered Fang Zishu's mouth, it would actually become a 'magic tool' to fight against ghosts?

Under the stimulation of the alcohol, the wooden sticks that had formed the empty frame were quickly set on fire.

Not only did the burning bonfire bring Fang Zishu and the others heat and light, it also dispelled the fear in their hearts.

For humans, fire is the best thing to overcome fear.

This point was sufficient proof from the expressions of the Brother Dali and the others.

Half an hour later, Fang Zishu managed to obtain the charcoal he wanted.

Under the crowd's gaze, Fang Zishu drew a huge circle on the ground with charcoal in hand, the inside of the circle was densely engraved with many words, they could not understand these symbols, and even the banknotes that used robbing tombs as a job, could only barely recognize a part of it.

Actually, what they did not know was that the inscriptions that Fang Zishu had drawn using charcoal in the Corridor had actually been altered from the [Underworld Eight Trigrams]. Fang Zishu's idea was actually very simple. It was to determine the location of the eight gates through the 'Postnatal Gossip', and then use the location of the '33' dorms to calculate the corresponding eight gates to these rooms. To see which one was the upper-level lucky gate, which was the middle level gate, and which was the lower-level dangerous gate!

Only after eliminating the Zhongping Gate and the lower-level Gate and finding the upper-level Gateways in the Diagram, could Fang Zishu be sure that he would find the right path in the Gate of Fortune and use it to break the Ghostwall that the ghost girl had leisurely set up. Only then, would he be able to save the missing Ji Ruxue.

"In the center is the position of Emperor, with the universe following behind it. Left Sang Zong Zong Right is the beginning of the Eight Trigrams!"

Fang Zishu muttered an incantation. Every time the charcoal in his hand fell down, an unknown mark would appear on the eight trigram diagram the day after tomorrow.

Although there were a total of thirty-three rooms on both sides of the Corridor, their arrangement was fairly regular, and most of them were either facing the south or west. Furthermore, with the combination of the gossips, Fang Zishu could very easily divide it into nine areas.

That is, room 201, 202, 203, 204 are the first of the eight doors.

The rooms that followed were similar.

Of course, the order of the rooms had nothing to do with the eight positions.

There might be some distance between two different doors.

Two or three are different.

Relying on this method, Fang Zishu was able to classify the thirty-two dormitories in his Corridor to one of eight.

This meant that as long as they were able to find the thirty-third room, which was beyond the eighth door, they would be able to break through the ghost girl's' Wall-Hitting Ghost 'and find the correct exit. At that time, it would be easy for them to go up or down the stairs.

Although the arrangement was precise, it was rather time-consuming.

If several people were to calculate it together, the time limit would definitely be shortened.

But now, in the entire Corridor, whether it was the tomb robbing experts or the so-called Qingyang Six Protectors, they all didn't have the slightest hint of success in this aspect. In this kind of situation, Fang Zishu could only pick a fight by himself.

At first, Brother Dali and the others still watched Fang Zishu doing his deduction with curious expressions on their faces, but as time passed, they no longer had that kind of patience. They snuggled close to the fire, warming each other while daydreaming.

It was unknown how much time had passed. It might have been an hour, or maybe even longer.

When the bonfire was completely burnt, Fang Zishu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly raised his head and shouted at the bar in an excited tone, "I've calculated it, I've used the eight gates to calculate it legally. Room 209 is an existence that has travelled beyond the eight gates, which is also the location of the 'Shadow Door'.

Fang Zishu's words made Brother Dali and the others extremely excited.

After all, they had already stayed in this pitch black Corridor for too long. If possible, they really wanted to leave this place as soon as possible and return to the outside world that was filled with sunlight and fun.

"Come, let's go to dorm 209 right now!"

Under the lead of Fang Zishu and the cops, they majestically rushed to room 309.

However, a strange scene appeared. When he walked over, the police had clearly seen Room 309. Now, however, when he returned with his team, they found that Room 209 was gone.

Yes, gone.

On the left was the worn-out Room 208.

On the right was dorm 210.

Between the two, there was nothing else, not to mention Room 309.

"This... What about room 209? How to... Why is it gone? "

Brother Dali swallowed his saliva. Previously, when he had randomly barged in with Black Whirlwind and the others, he had personally witnessed Room 209, which was right next to Room 208. Room 208 was still where it was before, but the 209 beside it had mysteriously disappeared.

There was only one wall left for them.

At one point, the wall was about a meter wide.

"Zishu, Room 209 is gone. What should we do now?"

When the police left, they were still full of excitement, but now that Room 209 had disappeared, the smile on their faces froze.

Compared to the unease of the crowd, Fang Zishu's performance was much calmer. When he saw that Room 209 had disappeared, his face did not reveal much shock. Instead, he smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, everything we saw was just a trick. Furthermore, dorm 209 is where I calculated the location of the Shadow Door, so we only need to pass through this wall to leave the second floor! "