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

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

The score wasn't long, and it could be played in about ten seconds. The melody sounded a bit strange, but it wasn't exactly noise.

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

"Huh?" He was taken aback and muttered, "Why isn't there any reaction? Did I play it wrong?"

"Try it again," Feng Bujue replied.

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

But the result was the same...

"Strange, this time it's definitely right..." Uncle Worthless wondered.

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

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

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

Brother Jue's memory, comprehension, 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 helpless at this moment.

Uncle Worthless thought for a few seconds, then said again, "Hmm... wait a moment." As he spoke, he changed the gesture of the hand that was pressing the strings, and then played it again.

This time, before the aftersound of the banjo faded, the light patterns on the stone wall suddenly brightened.

Then, an area 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 I just had to pluck the open strings in the order of the symbols, and my left hand didn't have to press the strings at all." He paused, belatedly realizing, "Wait... in that case, an amateur can actually play it, I don't necessarily have to do it."

"That's true..." Tianma Xingkong replied, "But even if I pluck the open strings according to the order of the symbols, I don't think I could succeed like you did on the first try." He was quite frank, and chuckled stupidly, "Hehe... that reminds me of something... When I first joined the studio, I got a zero on the music game tests, I didn't even press a single note correctly."

"You really are a talent... even playing Guitar Hero with your armpits or Dance Dance Revolution with your butt wouldn't get you a zero..." Feng Bujue replied, "And you're actually embarrassed to say something like that, and show a smile that doesn't take shame but instead sees it as an honor..."

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

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

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

Chi——

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

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

"It really does extend upwards..." Feng Bujue said, taking out the catapult and shining the light on it into the tunnel. "The height and width are both about two meters, if we encounter traps along the way... it might be difficult to dodge." He thought for a moment and looked back, "Here... I'll scout the way, you guys line up in a single file and follow me."

"Can you explain the basis of 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 be specific... it's because I'm fearless in the face of danger, quick to react, agile, resourceful, and perfectly capable of and very suitable for the job of clearing the way here." He paused slightly and continued, "To put it simply and plainly... it's because I'm bold, careful, and handsome."

"Hmm..." Honghu squinted 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 anything to refute your argument. Since you want to lead the way so much, then go ahead..."

The other three naturally had no objections to who would lead the way. It was a good thing if someone was willing to contribute to the team and take the lead. Even if this person was a narcissist, it didn't matter, after all, he was also a very strong player.

Thus, 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 proceeded unhurriedly, gradually venturing deeper into the tunnel.

The top, bottom, left, and right of this 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 featureless stone wall close at hand; the only sounds they could hear were the footsteps and faint breathing of their companions.

No matter when, no matter whether they looked forward or backward, they couldn't judge how far they had gone...

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

"It was so right to eat meat before coming in..." Feng Bujue thought to himself at this time, "This road is much more dangerous than it looks... it's been uphill all the way, and the slope is gradually increasing; the bare walls have no landmarks; the temperature is also subtly changing, 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 multiply the burden on the body... if we had come in without eating just now, the additional impact brought by hunger would be unimaginable."

He turned his head to look ahead 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~"