After counting the harvest, Mo Wen and Wu Ren were not very satisfied.
After all, it was something that they had sacrificed their lives to get. How could they be willing to accept such a piece of crap?
In contrast, Su Zimu was very satisfied. He had a Qiankun Ring that he didn't have to worry about losing, he also got the Heavenly Demon Pill to save his life, and the nameless sword technique.
It's no wonder that he has short-sightedness. The key is that when he came, he didn't have much hope at all. Now what he got far exceeded his psychological expectations, so he naturally felt that he had gained a lot.
Mo Wen and Wu Ren were different. In the eyes of these two old fritters, the flying sword was the biggest gain.
But for such a small thing, I risked my life here. If I had the chance to go back and beat them both to death, I would never come to this ghost place.
The effort and reward are simply out of proportion, so it's strange that they both are willing to do so.
Mo Wen wanted to speak a few times, wanting to get the Luoxia Sword to give to Zhuang Qiuyi, but he was afraid of offending this kid, so he had to swallow the words that came to his mouth.
The most important thing in dealing with people is to have a sense of proportion. Excessive measures will not lead to good results.
There are also some random trinkets, dry herbs, ores for refining weapons, and shriveled inner elixirs. Some of them I don’t know about, and some I can’t even name.
He tried his best to help Su Zimu answer the questions, and also shared some common sense in the spiritual world.
After finally finding a channel to understand this world, Su Zimu forgot the time and the place, like a dry sponge, desperately absorbing the knowledge of this other world.
It wasn't until he noticed that Mo Wen's voice was getting lower and weaker that he suddenly realized that Mo Wen's time was running out.
But Wu Ren on the side has passed away long ago.
Su Zimu wanted to stop it, but there was a voice in his heart telling him not to do it.
He just listened so quietly until the inaudible voice suddenly stopped.
I don't know why, but there was suddenly an empty space in his heart.
When he was fighting the mummy, his thoughts were all on the corpse monster. Several people died in front of him, but he didn't feel anything special.
As for Mo and Wu, after everything was over, they slowly died in front of him, in a place that they could touch with just straightening their arms.
Su Zimu was silent for a moment, then gently closed Mo Wen's eyes. After a few tinkling sounds, a soft and sad tune with poor pitch quietly played.
With a song of "City in the Sky" to bid farewell to Mo and Hao, whose relationship was difficult to define, Su Zimu stood up and began to think about how to leave.
According to what Mo Wen said during his lifetime, this stone room is the center of the entire cave, and a way out must be found.
But Su Zimu had only just learned some common sense. Regardless of how to decipher formations or find pathways, he was an amateur at everything.
Secret rooms and stuff, so annoying!
Also, what's wrong with Master Wu? Even if he built his residence at the bottom of a lake, he still made it as gloomy as a tomb. Don't you feel depressed if you keep living in a place like this?
I've only been here a few hours and I'm already feeling depressed, okay?
Forget it, don’t think about it so much. Since the orthodox method won’t work, let’s use his own method!
Making up his mind, Su Zimu punched the stone wall with his fist.
After dozens of punches in a row, he suddenly remembered that there was a flying sword in the ring!
It's really stupid to open the door for stupid people, so stupid!
He took out the Luoxia Sword, inserted it into the stone wall with a single movement, flipped his wrist, and dug out a hole like a knife cutting through tofu.
After leaving the stone room, Su Zimu walked randomly through the intricate maze. Using the map drawn on the wooden board, he finally found the way he came back two hours later.
Putting the piece of jade into the groove, the heavy stone door slowly opened, and a surging torrent immediately spurted out from the crack in the door, sending the unsuspecting Su Da anchor flying backwards and doing several somersaults in a row.
Su Zimu secretly cried out, swung the Luoxia Sword, and dug a cat-ear hole in the wall that was large enough to accommodate him.
After thinking about it, I felt something was wrong, so I quickly dug a few shallow holes in the wall, climbed to a high place in twos and twos, dug a hole in the top of the hole, and prepared to hide in it.
Unexpectedly, the roof of the cave was pitifully thin, but in just a few strokes, it actually dug through the bottom of the lake. A water column as thick as an oil barrel suddenly fell, slamming Su Zimu into the rapids.
Su Zimu couldn't help himself. Sometimes he bumped into the wall, sometimes he knocked against the corner. It didn't take long before he completely lost his direction. Apart from desperately looking for a chance to breathe, he couldn't care about anything else. He almost lost the flying sword he just got.
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When the water flow calmed down, he couldn't even tell up, down, left, and right, let alone where he was.
At this time, he had been holding his breath for a long time, and his chest felt as if it was exploding. A thought was swirling in his mind: I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!
The first time traveler to drown in water? This is not a famous name!
Su Zimu repeatedly warned himself to calm down, but his life was at stake, how could he calm down?
He thought of those scenes in martial arts novels where internal energy replaced breathing, and immediately guided the true energy in his Dantian to travel throughout his body.
He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that his chest was less stuffy. He opened his eyes and looked around, and suddenly saw a broken wooden door.
Finally being able to distinguish between up, down, left and right, Su Zimu was overjoyed and wielded the Luoxia Sword to dig into the roof of the cave, causing large pieces of gravel to fall into the water.
After digging continuously for seven or eight meters, he finally dug through the bottom of the lake. Su Zimu swam out of the hole with all his strength. A group of small silver fish panicked and swam far away in fright.
He didn't know how long he had been holding it underwater. The feeling of explosion filled his chest again, and his mind was filled with dizziness.
Su Zimu knew that victory was right in front of him, so he stared at the sunlight shining on the lake and paddled with all his strength.
Just when he was about to faint, he finally heard a crashing sound in his ears, which was like the sound of nature.
He exhaled a breath of stale air and breathed fresh air into his chest. The explosive feeling slowly subsided and his vision returned to normal.
Su Zimu floated on the water with his limbs spread wide, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, drifting with the current like a dying fish.
Surviving a catastrophe, this is how to survive a catastrophe. Who would have thought that when you finally left, you would encounter this and almost lose your life!
Thinking about it now, Mo Wen was right. The person who designed this hellish place had no intention of letting people go back the way they came. There was probably another way out.
As for the remaining 20%, they are naturally used to trick people into dying.
Also, I couldn’t figure out why this place was so gloomy before. Now my mind is clear and my thoughts are clear, and the answer comes out by itself - Wu Zhenren, I’m afraid he has never lived here. This place has never been there since the beginning.
, is designed for other purposes.
I heard before that Wu Zhenren fell in Mobei, which means that the mummy at the bottom of the lake is not Wu Zhenren at all. It may be an unlucky guy who came here to hunt for treasure, or he may be Wu Zhenren's enemy, or anyone else.
All the clues are connected together. As for whether it is the truth or not, who cares!
