The scene behind the bronze door made everyone marvel.
I didn’t expect that deep underground, in ancient tombs of unknown ages, there would be so many survivors hidden!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it.
The monks looked at each other with joy on their faces. They didn't expect that they would actually survive from a desperate situation.
"It's strange, how come there are so many survivors here?"
The bearded man muttered in his heart, with a flash of doubt in his eyes, and followed his companion down the steps.
The spacious cave is like a lively market, with stalls set up on the rocks selling all kinds of supplies.
There are garbage from the cracks, various animals and plants living underground, and even treasure deposits needed by the monks.
The surviving mortals and monks gathered in the same market and lived in harmony with each other.
Before disaster strikes, something like this is simply impossible to happen.
But the situation is different now, and monks no longer rely on their status and avoid contact with mortals as they did in the past.
Without the support of ordinary people, these practitioners who are limited everywhere will not be able to survive.
Lips are dead and teeth are cold, misfortunes and blessings depend on each other.
After seeing the bearded people and others, the stall owners greeted them and promoted their various products.
No one collects money at this time, most people barter to get what they need.
It would be better if there were energy crystals. This is the real hard currency.
Big Beard and others collected a lot of things along the way and put them all in storage equipment.
When they saw someone trading, the monks were naturally eager to give it a try, ready to exchange for something useful to them.
If you rely on luck to collect, you will definitely not be able to collect the required items in a short time. This market solves the monks' urgent need.
The bearded man ignored the vendors on the roadside and looked up to look for the little zombie who was leading the way, only to find that he had disappeared.
"Something's wrong..."
The bearded man murmured in his heart, why the other party didn't care about him anymore after he lured him here.
Do you trust outsiders so much and are you not afraid of having evil intentions?
But when I thought about it again, I felt it was completely normal.
As long as a strong person is in charge, he will not be afraid of anyone making trouble. The result of seeking death is death.
But those who have gone through hardships and know how dangerous the outside world is will never be foolish enough to cut off their escape route.
While the bearded man was confused, he subconsciously looked to the side, wanting to see Tang Zhen's reaction.
Tang Zhen looked like he was smiling but not smiling. He glanced at the bearded man casually, but there was no reaction at all.
"What does this mean?"
The bearded man muttered to himself, but did not dare to ask more questions, so he could only suppress his doubts in his heart.
While he was thinking, his companions were already conducting transactions, exchanging a batch of things they wanted.
Judging from the smile on his face, he should be very satisfied with this transaction.
The other companions were still waiting and watching, but judging from their looks, they were also a little eager to give it a try.
There are some items in Big Beard's storage bag, which are trophies obtained from killing enemies.
Seeing that his companion's transaction was successful, Big Beard no longer hesitated and prepared to exchange for some items.
Today's environment is special. You must not be a miser. Instead, you must find ways to use materials to increase your strength.
Otherwise, if someone kills you, there will be no point in accumulating more.
Thinking of this, the bearded man was ready to open the storage bag and conduct transactions with the stall owners.
"Wait a minute..."
Tang Zhen's voice came to the bearded ear.
The bearded man who was about to make a deal couldn't help but was slightly startled and subconsciously stopped what he was doing.
When he turned to look at Tang Zhen, his face was still indifferent, as if he was not the one who just spoke.
After experiencing these series of changes, Big Beard has become very dependent on Tang Zhen, knowing that without him, it would be impossible to avoid danger all the way.
When he sensed danger, Bearded Man's first reaction was to see Tang Zhen's attitude.
Big Beard secretly paid attention, knowing that Tang Zhen must have meant something, and would never remind him for no reason.
Many things can only be touched upon. If you can't understand them yourself, you can't blame others at all.
While Big Beard was observing the surroundings, his companions had completed transactions one after another.
Put away what you want and look satisfied, it feels like your trip is indeed worthwhile.
At this moment, the smell of food wafted in, attracting the attention of the bearded man and others.
They followed the smell and saw a large cauldron about three meters high on a platform in front of them.
The cauldron is covered with monster patterns, giving it a rustic and primitive atmosphere, and there are also various weird words on it.
They saw this kind of writing when passing through the tomb passage, but unfortunately no one recognized it.
This made several monks who claimed to be knowledgeable blush secretly, fearing that others would ask them again.
Looking at the bottom of the cauldron, there is a circular pit from which blazing flames are constantly spitting out.
Hot tongues of fire licked the bottom of the cauldron, and heat was rising from it, and the fragrance was emanating from here.
The taste is so fresh and fragrant that it can be called the delicacy in the world. Just one bite will make your mouth water.
"What is this and why does it taste so delicious?"
The bearded companion said, unable to hold back his saliva, staring straight ahead.
"My stomach is growling and I can't bear the hunger."
The monk next to him touched his belly and indeed made a "gurgling" sound.
"Then why are you hesitating? Hurry over and let each of you have a taste first."
The monks reached an agreement and immediately rushed towards the cauldron without hesitation.
At this time, there were many diners of different ages surrounding the big cauldron. They were sitting on the surrounding high platforms, holding large bowls with strange shapes.
Big Beard and the others took a look and realized that the material of the big bowl was actually made of human skulls.
The surface of the skull is embossed with patterns and inlaid with gold and silver, making it look noble and mysterious.
The material of the big bowl is somewhat impressive, but to a monk, it is nothing.
Not to mention the corpses everywhere now, but when monks are practicing, they often deal with similar things.
How can a dignified monk be afraid of withered bones?
Looking at these human skull bowls, they are full of ancient charm, and they are obviously old artifacts.
Previously in the hall, the remains of those sacrifices were holding similar bone bowl instruments in their hands.
Apparently while eating, the survivors lacked the corresponding utensils, so they brought them over to borrow.
"Boss, please bring a bowl of hot soup to each of our brothers quickly."
The bearded companion walked over and said to an old man with a long spoon in his hand and a stooped waist.
When the old man heard this, he didn't even look at the customer. He just pointed at the bronze vat next to him.
"If you want to drink soup, please pay first."
The monk curled his lips and threw out an energy crystal, which was only the size of a fingernail.
"Is this crystal enough for us to drink enough?"
The old man nodded, waved his long spoon, and fished out a large spoonful of hot soup from the boiling cauldron.
There was a dark iron chain tied to the center of the large spoon's bone handle, directly connected to the top of the cave.
When the old man is serving soup, he doesn't need to pick it up, and he doesn't have to worry about dropping the spoon.
There was a thin man holding a large number of bone bowls, lined up on the stone.
The old man manipulated the long ladle, and the soup was poured steadily into the bone bowls like thick ointment.