"Whether we want to or not, life is always urging us to move forward. People pack up, set off, trek, and settle down... Wherever they stop, a fire will be lit." Feng Bujue recited in a gentle voice, like a poem, "From the migration of individual lives to the exchange and transportation of ingredients, from the evolution of cooking methods to the flow of human destiny... The hurried steps of people and food have never stopped."

"What are you doing again... *A Bite of Rogue God*?" Honghu retorted, "Even if you suddenly deliver a literary monologue, it won't change the current situation." As he spoke, he stared intently at the neck meat in front of him, which was already well-done, and struggled with himself.

"The new mission is already out, you have no room to hesitate, hurry up and eat and get on the road, don't be like a bunch of girls..." Feng Bujue's mouth was already full of grease, and he was spitting out the aroma of meat as he spoke. Obviously, he had already eaten the rib he had grilled.

However, Jue Ge, who was only half full, still didn't leave the fire. He wanted to grill some more strips of meat, then wrap them up and save them, so that he could take them out and eat them at any time.

"Screw it! If I keep starving like this, my stomach will start digesting itself!" At this moment, Tianma Xingkong shouted loudly, closed his eyes, stuffed the meat in his hand into his mouth, and then chewed fiercely.

"Eh?" A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, "It's not as disgusting as I thought... It tastes like beef, and it's quite crispy..."

"Yeah, it's just a little bland." Feng Bujue added, "It's a pity, if we had flour, we could wrap all the parts of the meat, and then steam it... to make a steamed bun with distinct layers of texture..."

"Cosmic Siu Mai, right! I've seen that anime!" Atobe interrupted, shouting.

"Hehe..." Feng Bujue smiled, "Just kidding, without salt and cooking wine, there's no way to season so much meat, and besides... if there really was such a big Siu Mai, it probably wouldn't steam through, you could consider using charcoal..."

"Who's discussing technical issues with you! Are you just full and bored!" Atobe said again.

"That's right, I am full." Feng Bujue put on a look that deserved a beating, "Hit me~ dummy."

"Consider yourself lucky..." Atobe's psychological defenses finally broke down. He glared at Jue Ge fiercely, and then started eating himself.

Uncle Waste Material muttered to himself, "Well... I've even turned into a girl to clear a stage, so even if I'm really eating human flesh, it's not a big deal, right..."

As soon as he said this, the other four shouted in unison, "If you don't mention that, we're still good friends!"

...

Several minutes passed. The players (except Feng Bujue) filled their stomachs with conflicting feelings, and then came to the stone wall at the head of the hall.

This was the wall closest to the altar, and they had not yet surveyed it.

"Well... the mission description says 'the passage behind the altar', so the entrance is either behind this wall or under the floor on the back side of the altar." Uncle Waste Material stood there and speculated, "Considering that we are already underground, the road to the Crystal Labyrinth is probably extending upwards..." His gaze shifted to the wall, "Mad Brother... why don't you... go lick it again and see?"

"I didn't lick the secret of the altar out..." Feng Bujue said, walking to the stone wall, "Those light patterns recorded on the stone slab will appear as long as they are touched by a living thing, and there are no restrictions on the parts touched, even through clothing..."

"Okay, you don't need to say so much in detail..." Uncle Waste Material dissuaded.

"Okay..." Jue Ge smiled nonchalantly, then reached out and touched the wall.

The next second, a "hiss—" sound was heard, and a thick layer of dust poured out of the textures on the wall, creating a large cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Atobe immediately took out his weapon (a large fan) from his bag and waved it back and forth twice, easily dispersing the dust.

After the dust dissipated, the slightly glowing light patterns on the wall became clear.

Feng Bujue covered his mouth and nose with one hand (it should be noted here that he had already taken off his gloves after the battle with Fuling, passed them through his bag, and restored them to a clean state; in short... there's no shit on them, don't worry), and continued to press his other hand on the wall, looking at the light patterns and said, "As expected, the hint is still a mural."

The teammates also leaned forward and looked at the patterns that made up the picture.

The mural in front of them was larger than the two behind the altar, but the content was not complicated, and it was quite easy to understand. The content of the painting was... a humanoid creature standing behind the altar, playing a musical instrument against the wall. Below it was a pile of strange symbols, which the system did not translate at all, and it was unknown what language it was.

"Ha... a pleasant puzzle-solving time." Feng Bujue looked at the symbols with interest.

Honghu, after seeing the mural, immediately turned around and walked to the banjo next to Walker's body, and said, "I think... it's sheet music."

"Ah, it's quite obvious." Feng Bujue responded, "But there's a problem... music is a special language, even if we can speculate which elements in the sheet music each symbol refers to, it is impossible to speculate the exact pitch of these symbols." He paused, touching his chin and said, "There should be further hints..."

Atobe, who was standing on the side, looked at the two of them in an incomprehensible manner and sighed, "Every time at this moment, I am glad that there are guys like you in the team..."

Tianma Xingkong shrugged, "Actually... I think we should just break through the wall and go over there."

"Regarding this..." Feng Bujue turned his head to Little Ma and said, "I have confirmed with Soul of Imitation, and it told me... 'Five Gods' protect this temple with the power of spells. If someone uses brute force to attack the walls, it will trigger a counterattack spell. Before Soul of Imitation impersonated you, it was planning to use this method to kill with a borrowed knife, but Uncle Waste Material stopped it in time."

"Tch..." Tianma Xingkong said with a disappointed expression, "These despicable guys... ah um..." He picked up the meat in his hand and took a bite, and continued vaguely, "They only know how to use spells and other small tricks... tsk tsk... so annoying."

"I say... are you sure it's okay to say these things while you're happily gnawing on someone else's knee...?" Atobe shook his head, covering his face.

"Found it!" Honghu had already picked up the banjo and looked at it for a few seconds, "Similar symbols are engraved on the neck, under each string." As he spoke, he walked over with the instrument.

"That makes it easy." Feng Bujue looked back and said, "Just play it according to the symbols."

"Well... it seems that solving this puzzle is not difficult, but..." Honghu responded as he walked, "...among the five of us, who knows how to play this thing?"

"I do." Suddenly, someone said this in a very ordinary tone.

Before the voice faded, everyone turned to look at him.

"What's wrong? Is it strange?" Uncle Waste Material asked with a puzzled expression.

"Well... it's a little bit..." Honghu said, but still handed the banjo to Uncle Waste Material, "First of all, this is a relatively unpopular instrument."

Feng Bujue continued, "Secondly, I really can't tell... Brother Chai, you're actually a literary youth."

"Hmph... don't look at me, I'm only twenty-seven or eight years old this year, but I have a lot of life experience." Uncle Waste Material put the cigarette in his mouth and took the banjo with both hands, "I used to be a member of a male idol group."

"Ah?" Atobe used an interjection to perfectly express his current mood.

"Hehe... didn't expect that? I debuted when I was seventeen, and the four members of my group were all my peers." Speaking of this, Uncle Waste Material had already turned his head around the shoulder strap and slung the banjo diagonally across his body, "The record company produced a few crappy records for us that even we couldn't listen to, and then held a concert." He freed a hand and took another puff of cigarette, "Unfortunately, at nineteen... we were washed-up."

"So fast!" Tianma Xingkong exclaimed.

"Of course, I can understand." Uncle Waste Material smiled, "After all, we were all nineteen. For idol groups, if the total age of all members exceeds one hundred, it is considered an elderly group."

"Hey! What planet is this standard from! Are you a North Korean group?" Atobe couldn't help but complain.

"Speaking of which... there was a Korean in my group back then, and I got along with him pretty well..." Uncle Waste Material continued, "The second year after we disbanded, he returned to his country to serve in the military." He spat out another puff of smoke, "Phew— two years later, I received a postcard and learned that he was married, and his husband seemed to be his comrade-in-arms..."

"Isn't this too much information..." This short chat of less than two minutes had already made Honghu, who was known for his calmness, sweat profusely.

"That... that..." Atobe interrupted with a twitching corner of his mouth, "Time is limited, let's focus on the mission first..." After saying that, he immediately turned his head to look at Jue Ge and shouted, "Hey! Feng Bujue! Hurry up and solve the puzzle! What are you doing, being a bystander!"

*Poof—poof—*

Jue Ge was banging his head against the wall...

"I just want to erase some strange things from my mind..." Feng Bujue said without turning his head, "Today I saw a lot of things I shouldn't have seen and didn't want to see... and now I've heard a lot of things I don't want to hear... As a person with a very rich imagination, I must clear those substances that will seriously pollute my mind from my thinking palace as soon as possible..."