Zhao Zheng was worried that the golden sore medicine would be soaked in water and would not be used, so he wrung out the soaked cloth and tied it around his neck. He walked forward for some distance, and the water level gradually increased, submerging his abdomen. Instead of walking hard,
It would be better to just swim forward. He twisted the cloth bag behind his neck to prevent it from being submerged in the water. Then he took a big step forward, stretched his hands forward, and lay on the water. He moved his hands to the left and right, and followed the trend with his hind feet.
With a kick, his body wandered forward.
After switching to swimming, the resistance Zhao Zheng faced was greatly reduced, and his body became much more relaxed. He swam forward in the dark, unable to tell the direction. Sometimes he would hit a stone wall. At this time, he had to change direction. So
After several attempts, he gradually became disoriented and could no longer tell whether he was moving forward or backward.
Zhao Zheng's whole body was soaked in the water, and the coldness penetrated his whole body. His hands and feet were already numb, and his body temperature was getting lower and lower. He was complaining in his heart and wanted to leave this hellish place. Anyway, coming here only cost 2 points.
That's it, even if you turn back halfway, you won't lose much. Unfortunately, the system does not have this thoughtful function. Once you enter the dungeon, you can only leave if you run out of time.
Zhao Zheng was sinking into the system. Because he was in the dungeon, many functions had been locked. Only the time in the lower right corner of the panel was still passing by as usual. He glanced up and saw that more than three hours had passed. He would continue to hold on for more than one more.
hours, you can reach the time limit and escape from the copy.
After turning off the system interface, Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth and continued swimming forward. After swimming forward for more than ten minutes, he suddenly felt a pain in his arm, as if he had been cut by a stone. He grimaced in pain and stopped.
He stood on the same spot, his feet sank down and stepped on the stone ground.
Zhao Zheng stood upright from the water. It was only at this point that he discovered that the water level had dropped to his thighs. It seemed that he could leave this waterway in a short distance. His mood improved slightly, and he reached out to the left in the dark.
The arm was warm where it started, and a lot of blood came out.
Zhao Zheng suffered a series of setbacks this time when he entered the cave. He extinguished the torch, walked in the dark again, and now he was injured again. His previous excitement for the adventure was mostly reduced, and he already understood that this was not an easy task.
This is just a Gui-level dungeon, and it does not pose a life-threatening danger. If it is a higher-level level dungeon, it must be much more dangerous than this. I am afraid that even jackals, tigers, leopards, and ferocious birds and beasts can be encountered.
"This bit of pain is nothing, the real pain is yet to come. Let's just hold on a little longer." Zhao Zheng corrected his mentality, secretly encouraged himself, and then turned his attention to the wound. He felt it carefully.
Judging from the pain and blood flow, the wound was ten centimeters long and three millimeters deep, so it was not a big problem.
Zhao Zheng grabbed the damaged sleeve, tore it hard, and tore it into strips of cloth. Then he wrung the strips dry and wiped the blood from the wound. He completely tore off the sleeve of his left arm, leaving the skin on his arm
Exposed to the dry air, he then untied the cloth bag tied around his neck, reached out and took out the golden sore medicine, bit off the bottle cap with his mouth, and applied the sticky substance with a strong Chinese medicinal flavor to the wound. He did not expect the next
He was injured the first time he entered this dungeon and used the supplies distributed by the system. It seemed that his luck was really not that good.
The bandage was completely soaked and had no use value. Moreover, Zhao Zheng's wound was not deep and there was no need to bandage it. After he applied the golden sore medicine, he continued on his way.
The water in front gradually became shallower, and the terrain turned upward. Zhao Zheng walked all the way out of the waterway, and his feet finally stepped on dry land again. Now, he could no longer tell whether this was a new place or a way back, so he could only continue.
The blind cat ran into a dead mouse and went down.
Just when Zhao Zheng was walking halfway, something went wrong again. His feet suddenly lost their footing and his body weight tilted, almost falling down. Fortunately, he was walking very slowly, and he was always on the move.
He used small steps to explore the path, so he regained his strength in time, stepped on the ground with one foot and froze in place.
Zhao Zheng took a breath of air and secretly thought it was dangerous. If he had walked any faster just now, he would have fallen down. He slowly retracted his feet in the air, took two steps back, then lowered his body and lay on the ground.
He crawled forward. As he crawled, he touched his hands in front of him, and soon touched the edge of the cave-in. He slowly explored the cave-in with his hands, and found that it was more than two meters wide.
It is impossible to reach the end, and the depth is so deep that even if you lower your arm completely, you cannot reach the bottom.
Zhao Zheng became interested in this big pit. He picked up a stone from beside him and threw it into the big pit. The stone fell to the ground instantly and made a sound. From this, it seemed that the depth of this place was limited. He was still a little worried, and
I picked up a few stones and threw them in all directions in the pit. Each stone immediately made a crashing sound, proving that the depths in different directions were consistent and there was no particularly deep place.
Zhao Zheng was determined to go down to find out, but he was worried about being scratched by a stone after jumping in, so he had to explore along the edge of the pit to find a suitable path. He felt around and found that the circumference of the pit was about seven or eight meters.
About three meters wide, most of the edges sank down at right angles, leaving no place for footing. There was only one place, and about half way up, there was a stone protrusion suitable for footing.
If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the cub. Zhao Zheng mustered up the courage to step on it with his feet. Then he squatted down, grabbed the raised edge with his hands, and reached down again. His feet were dangling.
In mid-air, he scanned around twice and found that there was no suitable place to stay. He hung on the stone in mid-air, unable to get up or get down. After hesitating for a while, he let go and fell from the air.
The actual height here was higher than Zhao Zheng imagined. He fell down hard, his feet hit the ground with a thud, his knees went numb, and he fell to the ground. He rubbed his painful knees,
I got up and checked around my body, and found that I didn't have any serious injuries.
Zhao Zheng explored the big pit in the dark and found that it was not a closed space, but another cave with a road extending forward. He walked forward along this road, and halfway through, his feet suddenly
He kicked a hard object. At first, he thought the hard object was a stone, but when he touched it, he discovered that it was not. The hard object felt very smooth and had cold tentacles. It was actually made of metal!
"Treasure box!" Zhao Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and his blood flow speed suddenly increased. The scope of this dark maze was huge, and the chance of finding the treasure box was very low. He never thought that he would be able to find the treasure box the first time he entered.
But the treasure box is now in front of him, how can he not be excited!
Zhao Zheng frowned with joy, rubbed his hands in the dark, and prayed secretly in his heart, hoping to get the secret book of Qing Gong from the treasure box. Then he put his hand on the treasure box again and opened it with force. But when he tried hard,
In an instant, a thunderous alert sounded.
[Tip: The host has been in this instance for 5 hours and will be transported back to the real world]
Zhao Zheng was shocked and quickly speeded up his hands. But before he could open the lid of the treasure box, his eyes were blurred. When he opened his eyes again, his body had already arrived in the corridor of the inn. As for the treasure box, he was already there.
He was missing. He panicked and quickly opened the system warehouse and looked for the treasure box inside. However, except for a flute and trivial silver coins, there were no other items in the warehouse.
Zhao Zheng was dumbfounded. A feeling of loss that was extremely joyful and sad spread in his heart, and he even felt like cursing.
Finding a treasure chest in a huge cave was an extremely lucky thing, but when he found the treasure chest, he reached the time limit of the dungeon and was forced to teleport out of it! This was like a duck in the mouth. Call him.
How can I bear it?
Zhao Zheng could accept the torch being extinguished. Zhao Zheng could accept the scratches and injuries. But he couldn't accept the treasure box he received before he could open it in time. He was so angry that he had nowhere to vent for a while, so he held on to his side.
He hit the wall with his head "dong dong dong" with great force, and redness and swelling soon appeared on his forehead.
It didn't matter that Zhao Zheng hit the wall, but the sound of hitting the wall was transmitted into the room. The two waiters in the room were woken up. One of them wiped his sleepy eyes and got out of bed, picked up the fire folding bag on the table, and lit the oil lamp.
He raised the light and cursed and opened the door. When he saw that it was Zhao Zheng who was hitting the wall outside, he was stunned and asked: "Zhao Zheng, you didn't sleep in the middle of the night but you came here to hit the wall. Are you sleepwalking or were you possessed by a ghost?"
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Zhao Zheng vented a lot of his depression. As soon as the lights came on, he stopped, turned to look at his roommate, and said dullly: "It's nothing, I just had a small fall on the road of life."
That’s all.”
"What are you talking about?" The waiter was confused.
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. Go back to your room and go to sleep." Zhao Zheng waved his hand, pushed his roommate's chest, and entered the house with him.
The waiter in the shop was extremely sleepy and didn't bother to ask any more questions. Seeing that Zhao Zheng was fine, he lay down to sleep again.
Zhao Zheng returned to his bed. Although he had spent five hours in the dungeon, the bed was still warm and had not become colder at all. In addition, the injuries he suffered in the dungeon had disappeared. Every time he entered and exited the dungeon,
dungeon, he will return to the physical state before entering the dungeon.
Zhao Zheng had already entered the dungeon in the morning. Counting the one just now, he had exhausted his five opportunities to enter the dungeon. He had no chance to enter the dungeon today. Even if he was a little unwilling, he could only cover his head and sleep.
He was lying on the bed. He didn't want to think about the depressing thing just now, but his mind was not obedient. Everything that just happened always came to mind, especially the touch when he touched the treasure box with his hands. He tossed and turned, thinking wildly, and after a long time he slowly sunk in.
