The "earthquake" in the palace stopped, and the dizzying, disorienting shaking finally passed.

I originally thought I would be crushed to death by something falling from the roof or by a collapsed wall, but that didn't happen. Everything in the palace was surprisingly strong and secure.

Fatty, Rouyi, Jennifer, and I huddled together and were unharmed.

We were lucky to escape.

I slowly climbed up from the ground, feeling dizzy and disoriented, unable to tell east from west, as if I had just gotten off a high-speed pendulum, my legs weak.

The violent "earthquake" had thrown us into a heap, and we were all badly shaken. They were all in a state of severe dizziness, like me, collapsed on the ground.

Perhaps Fatty had undergone special training when he was in the army, as he was the fastest to recover among us. He was the first to get up from the ground, helping the dizzy me, and also pulling Rouyi and Jennifer up from the ground.

After getting up, Fatty frowned and said, "Young Master, something's not right. How could this happen?"

I raised my head and looked around, but due to dizziness, everything I saw was blurry. "What's wrong?"

The first thing I thought of was the head hanging in the air. I looked up again, and vaguely, I found that the head was still hanging in the air, and the body below the head was slowly being repaired.

The screaming of the head was still so horrifying, and I didn't look at it a second time.

What was wrong?

Fatty then scanned the surrounding environment, and after confirming that there were no dangerous factors, he said to me, "Rest for a while. Once you're no longer dizzy, you'll know. Right now, you basically have no ability to judge."

Although I wanted to argue, I didn't have the strength.

After about half a minute, my dizziness gradually disappeared.

Under Fatty's guidance, I realized that the earthquake just now had a hidden secret.

The "Sanqing Statues" (three deities of Taoism) were originally standing in the center of the palace, but now they had run to the top of our heads. The eerie smiles of the three statues floated on the ceiling, making my neck tighten. It was extremely horrifying.

When I turned my head and saw the door under my feet, I realized that it wasn't that the "Wangqing Statues" had run to the top of my head, but that the entire palace had flipped forward ninety degrees.

The originally standing palace was now lying horizontally on the ground.

The floor under our feet had now become a wall, and the wall where the door was located had now become the floor.

Everything in the palace had rotated ninety degrees, but there was no sense of incongruity, and there were no problems with the collapse of statues or the destruction of the building structure.

I murmured, "No wonder I suddenly felt a stone slab blocking the door when I ran to the door just now."

I thought the mechanism was a stone slab blocking the door. Who would have thought that the real mechanism was to rotate the palace ninety degrees, turning the door face to the bottom.

Moreover, I now noticed that after the palace rotated, the golden light that filled the entire palace was now slowly dimming, replaced by an increasingly strong dark red.

The lamp posts that originally radiated golden light above the palace were now lying on the other side of the palace, turning into a dark red pillar, like a red-hot iron.

We seemed to be able to catch a glimpse of the mystery in the depths of the lamp post.

Fatty's random operation of the mechanism, while completely sealing our exit under our feet, had opened up a new path for us.

I glanced uneasily at the woman's head hanging in the air, and vaguely saw that her upper body had been restored by the substances produced by the red tree branches, and the red tree was repairing her lower body.

The translucent red tree branches and vegetation appeared particularly bright in the red light of the dark red lamp post, and her upper body showed an unusual red color, like exposed flesh without skin, which was somewhat horrifying.

Actually, this wasn't the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that her restored upper body was actually moving freely. She was now gesticulating wildly at us, her hands grabbing in the air.

Lying in the black jade stone coffin, she was like a patient with high paraplegia, but she could harm people with just her head. Now that she was resurrected with full health, I don't know what kind of storm she would stir up.

I whispered to Fatty, "Let's go quickly. It will be troublesome when that woman's body is restored."