After some observation, the symbols on the stone wall quickly corresponded to the marks on the strings.

Uncle Worthless's music theory knowledge was quite solid. He familiarized himself with the banjo in his hands and began to play directly according to the symbols.

The score wasn't very long, only taking a dozen seconds to play. The melody sounded a bit strange, but not quite noise.

However, after Uncle Worthless played it once, he waited for five or six seconds, but nothing happened.

"Eh?" He was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Why isn't there a reaction? Did I play it wrong?"

"Try again," Feng Bujue replied.

"Okay, I'll try again," Uncle Worthless said, and immediately played it again.

But the result was the same...

"Strange, I'm sure it's right this time..." Uncle Worthless wondered.

"It seems it's not a matter of playing the wrong notes," Honghu said, adjusting his glasses. "The melodies you played were exactly the same both times, not a single note off, which means the first time was also correct."

"Then..." Uncle Worthless thought for a moment, "Could it be the playing method?"

"Uh... this... I don't know," Feng Bujue replied helplessly.

Brother Jue's memory, understanding, and reasoning abilities were indeed strong, but knowledge was the foundation of everything. Since he knew nothing about how to play the banjo, he was powerless at the moment.

After thinking for a few seconds, Uncle Worthless said again, "Um... wait a moment." As he spoke, he changed the gesture of the hand pressing the strings, and then played it again.

This time, before the banjo's reverberation faded, the light patterns on the stone wall suddenly lit up.

Then, a section in the center of the stone wall began to slowly descend...

"So you have to pluck the open strings..." Uncle Worthless shrugged, took the banjo off his body, and put it into his bag. "I even studied the 'score' for a long time, but it turned out that you just need to pluck the open strings according to the order of the symbols, and the left hand doesn't need to press the strings at all." He paused, belatedly realizing, "Wait... in that case, even an amateur can play it, it doesn't necessarily have to be me."

"That's true..." Tianma Xingkong replied, "But even if I just plucked the open strings according to the order of the symbols, I don't think I could succeed like you did in one try." He was quite frank, and giggled as he said, "Hehe... speaking of which, I remembered something... when I first joined the studio, my score on music games was zero, I didn't even press a single note correctly."

"You're really something... even if you played Guitar Hero with your armpits or Dance Dance Revolution with your butt, you wouldn't get zero points..." Feng Bujue replied, "And you're actually embarrassed to say such a thing and show a smile that isn't ashamed but proud..."

"What I'm more curious about is... how did Starlight, known as the 'star-making factory,' recruit you..." Honghu continued.

"It's simple, I got high scores on other games," Tianma Xingkong said. "Especially fighting games and gambling games, I almost broke the studio's internal records."

"I see... good at fighting, and with good character," Honghu summarized.

Chi—

While they were saying these words, the "stone door" in the center of the stone wall had suddenly descended, making a "chi" sound when it completely embedded into the ground, and squeezing out a lot of dust from the cracks.

Atobe raised his hand twice to fan away the dust, and then put away his weapon.

"It is indeed extending upwards..." As Feng Bujue spoke, he had already taken out the slingshot and used the spotlight on it to shine into the tunnel. "The height and width are both about two meters. If we encounter traps along the way... it might be difficult to avoid them." He thought for a moment, then turned around and said, "I'll scout the way here. You guys line up in a single file and follow me."

"Can you explain the basis for this strategy?" Honghu asked. He wasn't against Feng Bujue's plan, but the other party's self-assertive attitude and commanding tone made him quite unhappy.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue's expression at the moment seemed to say... "Are you kidding me?"

"Basis?" Brother Jue repeated, took a deep breath, and then replied, "To put it specifically... I am fearless in the face of danger, quick to react, agile, and resourceful. I am fully capable of and very suitable for the job of scouting here." He paused slightly, and then added, "To put it simply... I'm bold, careful, and handsome."

"Um..." Honghu narrowed his eyes and stared at Feng Bujue for a few seconds. "I have to say... apart from the 'handsome' part, I really can't find any arguments against your point. Since you want to lead the way so much, then lead on..."

The other three naturally had no objections to who would lead the way. It was a good thing that someone was willing to contribute to the team and take the lead, even if this person was a narcissist, after all, he was also a very capable player.

So, the group quickly lined up and passed through the stone wall. Their order from front to back was: Feng Bujue, Tianma Xingkong, Uncle Worthless, Atobe, and Honghu. Led by Brother Jue, the group advanced unhurriedly, gradually delving deeper into the tunnel.

The top, bottom, left, and right sides of the tunnel were all smooth, gray stone walls, giving people an unspeakable sense of oppression.

Unconsciously... the group fell silent.

Along the way, the only scenery they could see was the unremarkable stone wall close at hand; the only sounds they could hear were the footsteps and slight breathing of their companions.

No matter when, no matter if they looked forward or backward, they couldn't tell how far they had walked...

In such an environment, people couldn't help but have some strange fantasies: Am I really moving forward?

"Eating the meat before coming in... was really the right thing to do..." Feng Bujue thought to himself at this moment. "This road is much more dangerous than it looks... It's been uphill from the beginning to the end, and the slope is gradually increasing; there are no landmarks on the bare walls; the temperature is also changing subtly, getting colder and colder..." He glanced back at his teammates, and saw pale faces. "Physical exertion is quietly increasing, the sense of distance is becoming blurred, coupled with psychological pressure... the accumulation of various conditions will increase the body's burden exponentially... If I hadn't eaten anything before coming in, the added effect of hunger would be unimaginable."

He turned his head to look forward again, and continued to think: "And in this situation, the person walking in the front is undoubtedly the most tired. Because they have to be on guard at all times for possible emergencies, they will inevitably bear an extra burden mentally..."

Thinking of this, Brother Jue actually showed a relaxed, triumphant smile: "Fortunately... I'm the one leading the way~"