The moonlight shines down, illuminating the terrain here clearly.
This is not so much a swamp as it is a huge cesspit... The swamp is filled with dark brown, sticky filth. These fluids are constantly squirming and steaming upward, fermenting out a suffocating odor.
On the surface of the swamp, there are narrow mud and stone trails. The trails are like blood vessels, intertwined and extended, and have no rules to follow, but they are the only way for players to pass through this place.
After the five players walked out of the Taunting Woods, they came to the edge of the swamp.
At this time, Uncle Good-for-nothing had already put on the [Pessimist's Head]. But he stepped forward, came to the front of the team, covered his nose and stood up. After observing, he took off his helmet and took a look,
Then he put it on again and Weng Sheng said: "When you wear this, a green translucent 'light path' will appear in front of your eyes."
"Hmm... then... you should be able to safely cross the swamp by walking along this light path that can only be seen by followers of Wokel." Hong Hu continued.
"Uh-huh -" At this time, Atobe on the side finally reached the limit of his endurance... and vomited. But there was nothing in his stomach, and he only vomited a pool of liquid.
"Hey...are you okay?" Honghu tilted his head and looked at him.
"Haaah...haaah..." Atobe gasped a few times, and then spat out a few strands of gastric juice stuck to his lips with two more "puffs", and then replied, "Even if I vomited...it won't happen."
It’s getting better at all! I still feel so sick!”
"I advise you to learn to adapt as soon as possible..." Feng Bujue's cold voice sounded, "You will have to walk on the mud and stone path on the surface of the swamp for a while. By then, the smell in the surrounding air will be even stronger." He snorted coldly.
, "Hmph... If you can't even bear this level, then you are in danger..."
"What...what danger?" Tianma Xingkong, who was standing beside Brother Jue, asked nervously.
"Isn't this obvious..." Feng Bujue turned his head and pointed at the swamp in front of him, "If you are caught by the stench, your concentration will decrease and your mind and body will become slow. Then... what if you are walking?
In the middle, my foot slipped..."
"Don't say such horrible things!" Atobe's expression changed drastically and he shouted angrily.
When Tianma Xingkong heard this, his face turned pale, and he murmured: "Damn it... As a hero, he must not die in a place like this..."
"Indeed... it's unimaginable..." Even the good-for-nothing Uncle muttered with a sullen face.
Honghu also said: "And in that case, I'm afraid no one will give a helping hand... because it is very likely that he will be dragged down together."
"Haha... It seems that you have already understood the dangers of this shit swamp." Feng Bujue sneered, "That's right... what we are going to face now... is one of the most terrifying forms of death in the world.
One—drowning in shit.”
"You can't even find the word after looking through the dictionary, and yet you say it so seriously!" Atobe shouted, "Before this... this place was clearly called 'Ghost Swamp'! Even if it's all poop,
It’s also called Ghost Swamp!”
"As long as you take one wrong step..." Feng Bujue ignored the other person's complaints and continued, "...it will be an abyss of eternal destruction." He looked solemn when he spoke, "If you fall in accidentally, don't count on it.
Someone will come to save you, but I won’t reach out anyway.”
"This line is simply heartless..." Uncle Good-for-nothing continued, "But I have to admit that I think so too..."
"Even if you climb out of the swamp on your own strength, you will probably be abandoned by your teammates..." Feng Bujue continued.
"Don't worry, if you fall, I will forcefully retreat..." Xiao Ma replied decisively.
Honghu adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "That's what I planned too."
"I won't fall." Cold sweat was already flowing down the temples of the good-for-nothing uncle, "If I unfortunately slip... I will forcefully retreat before I touch the shit."
"Tch...I wanted to quit two hours ago..." Atobe said with a long face and empty eyes.
"Oh, that's right..." Feng Bujue seemed to have remembered something after hearing Atobe's words. He turned around, faced a place where no one was around, punched out both fists, and struck a blow.
"Hey, is this the third time you've done this action?" Honghu saw something keenly and said, "If I remember correctly... you will do this action every hour." He paused.
After a moment, his eyes changed slightly, "You also talked about 'moving the muscles'... you are actually brushing up the level of a certain skill, right?"
"Okay... you saw through it." Feng Bujue replied expressionlessly, "Yes, this move of mine is the legendary secret skill of grabbing the [beep——] dragon claw hand. Humph... even if you kneel down
Even if you come down and beg me, I won’t teach you.”
"Who believes it!" Honghu roared, "How could there be such a nasty move in this game! Even if it does exist... who else would learn it except you!"
"Okay, don't get hung up on these trivial matters." Brother Jue took the opportunity to change the topic, "There is still one hour left before the time limit for completing the task... Since we are taking a shortcut, there is naturally plenty of time. No problem.
If something unexpected happens, we can cross this swamp and reach our destination within half an hour." His gaze swept across the crowd, "Everyone... cheer up with awe of drowning!"
"Well... Anyway, let's confirm the order in which we pass through the swamp first." Uncle Huai Chai responded, "Those mud and stone paths are very narrow, so we must walk in a row on them." He patted his chest, "
I will be responsible for leading the way, and the order behind that is..."
"Let me break up the rear." Honghu continued, "My reconnaissance expertise is pretty good, and my field of vision is broad. Standing at the rear I can have an overview of the whole situation, and I can also guard against long-distance attacks from all around."
"I'll just follow the good-for-nothing Uncle." Tianma Xingkong said.
Hearing this, Atobu looked at Feng Bujue and said, "Then only the third and fourth place are left. Do you want to go in front of me or behind me?"
"I won't go with you." Feng Bujue gave a surprising answer.
"What?" Everyone had the same reaction.
"You guys go first, I want to fully explore this swamp." Feng Bujue replied, "According to my many years of game experience, in this kind of maze map where the environment is extremely harsh and people don't want to stay for a long time, there are often a few hidden things.
A wonderful item, probably located in some remote dead end... I want to find them."
"Hey, hey...don't be kidding." Uncle Good-for-nothing said, "The settings here are too obvious, right? Players can pass safely by following the route mapped by [Pessimist's Skull]. And other
The path...may very well lead to a trap."
"Yeah... maybe while walking, the soles of my feet will become empty, or something will suddenly pull me down..." Hong Hu continued.
"I had no intention of walking on those paths." Feng Bujue shrugged, "I can walk on the air at a height of about one meter above the swamp." As he spoke, he turned around and prepared to set off, "If necessary, I can walk on the air at a height of about one meter above the swamp."
Standing in the air for a short while. If that doesn't work...I can still walk on the shit." He said while looking at both ends of the swamp, "In short, as long as the soles of my feet are pointed down, I will never do it.
It fell."
"Well... if it were an ordinary person, I would probably give him some advice..." Honghu thought for a few seconds and then replied, "But... if it's your words, it's your own fault anyway, so I won't let you go."
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue smiled mischievously, "When I went blindly into the Black Dragon Pond without Cheng Ying, you were still doing finger painting."
"Huh?" Honghu showed an incomprehensible expression.
Several other people also failed to understand the meaning of Brother Jue's words, and looked at each other in confusion. It seems that their generation is indeed relatively unfamiliar with DOS games, otherwise they would have recognized the movements of [Wild Ball Fist] just now.
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"Stop talking." Feng Bujue covered his mouth and nose with one hand and leaned forward, "You don't have to wait for me. Just go in first when you get to the Temple of Faith. I will catch up."
After saying that, Brother Jue kicked his feet hard and flew away.
I saw him stepping out in succession, staying at a height of more than one meter above the swamp, walking slowly like a dragonfly, gradually going away... (To be continued.)
