Monster Minotaur

Mo Yan didn't know what race this monster belonged to, but at least it shouldn't be considered weak in hell. It didn't take too long after it went out to get a sumptuous dinner. As for why Mo Yan was sure it was dinner. It was because the sky outside the open window had completely turned into darkness, and a small fire had been lit in the room.

During the period when the monster was out hunting, Mo Yan tried many ways to free himself from the bondage. But Mo Yan obviously underestimated the toughness and solidity of the silk rope. Although the rope that bound him seemed soft and had a lot of room to stretch, no matter how hard Mo Yan pulled it, he could not break it.

If Mo Yan still had the same strength as before, he could pull the rock apart even if he kept pulling on the rope. But now Mo Yan is not the powerful tauren he used to be. He temporarily stripped off his power and came to hell. Now he can only look at those black rocks and sigh. These stones, which seem to be unique to hell, are not weaker than the granite on the main plane in terms of hardness.

The ugly monster who had done everything was squatting on the ground, humming an unknown tune. He turned over some internal organs stuck on bone spurs, and from time to time he took out plant roots that Mo Yan had never seen before, squeezed out some juice and sprinkled them. From the black plant leaves on the window and the roots that the monster is currently using, it can be seen that there are not no plants in hell.

Today must be my lucky day. The monster sniffed the almost roasted internal organs, stood up and walked to Mo Yan's side, placed a piece of cut heart in front of him and said, I didn't expect that it was not far away just now. I met a Polyka, they are one of the few creatures in hell that can be roasted by fire, and they taste pretty good.

Most of the creatures in hell are not afraid of fire. To them, magma exists like water, and it doesn't matter even if they bathe in it. Of course, they don't go as far as drinking lava. Water is still a very important thing in hell. The cities in hell were only able to develop slowly after finding water mines deep underground.

I don't really like eating offal. Mo Yan said while looking at the heart presented to him.

Don't you like eating offal? The monster looked at Mo Yan's serious expression and finally confirmed that what he said was the truth and said, It's really a strange habit. Offal is the most delicious part of every living thing. It's not only soft but also It's even more delicious. Well...since you don't like to eat it, forget it, I'll go out and get some meat for you.

The monster that crawled out quickly came back with a few pieces of pink meat in its hand, and some grease like motor oil on it, which reflected colorful light due to the fire in the cave. It seemed that the place where the monster stored food was not far away, which was important information for Mo Yan.

After eating the meat that the monster grilled again, Mo Yan's first meal in hell ended like this. The night was not too dark at this time, so I packed up the remaining bones and other things. The monster sat next to Mo Yan again and began to talk about his life experience in hell. Obviously, the important moment that was coming in two days made this monster very uneasy, and he could only divert his attention through constant conversation.

But it was more like the monster talking to itself than a conversation. Mo Yan hadn't said a word since dinner, he just lay there quietly looking at the monster's little feet. I don’t know how much I have listened to the mediocre stories from childhood to adulthood. In the monster's self-narration, time passed quickly and it was time to rest.

Even my mother, I haven't said so many words to her. The monster crawled into his cocoon for rest and said happily: You are a very good listener. If it were other creatures, they would have listened long ago. I'm tired of it. Now I don't want to eat you anymore. Just stay by my side and listen to all my stories. Hehe... It's just a joke, I will still eat you well. Good night, I s husband.

The monster was obviously very proud of its silk thread, and it fell into a deep sleep without any warning. But in the dark cave, the tauren still kept his eyes open, listening to the breathing sound of the monster to judge whether it had completely fallen asleep.

This is too ungrateful. Listening to the monster's slow and long breathing, Mo Yan thought: Hell is such a dangerous place, even in your own lair, you should maintain due vigilance. Right? I really don’t know how it survived until now. But forget it, this is not something I should care about, so I can escape more easily.

Mo Yan opened his mouth, revealing a broken bone that his teeth were biting. That's why he didn't speak. When he was eating, he bit into this somewhat jagged bone from the barbecue. After biting this thin piece of broken bone, Yan refused to continue eating. For this reason, the monster complained that Mo Yan would starve and lose weight.

Secretly, he used his left hand to pull it in front of himself as hard as he could without making a sound. After reaching a certain distance, Mo Yan spat out the bone fragments in his mouth, grabbed them in his palms, and then began to use the saw teeth on the bones to cut the rope. Although this kind of silk rope is very tough, it is still lacking in hardness. After Mo Yan straightened the rope, he cut the binding rope with almost no effort.

Mo Yan, who quickly and quietly freed himself, sat up from the stone bed. I listened carefully to the monster's breathing, and it was still the heavy sound of a sleeping creature. The night in hell was almost pitch black because there were no stars or moon. Mo Yan briefly thought about the layout of the cave in his memory, and then began to move forward in the darkness.

How to move quickly and make the smallest noise is the most basic thing Mo Yan has ever learned. This skill, which Mo Yan calls ghost walking, is an essential skill for every field staff in the organization. Move two steps to the left to avoid a small table, move forward five steps, move three steps to the right to avoid a skeleton wind chime, and finally keep moving forward until you touch the wall.

Mo Yan, who used ghost steps to move, came to the passage. From here on, he had to be extra careful because he didn't know what the environment in the passage was like and whether there were any special traps laid out. Mo Yan, who was lying on the ground and moving almost inch by inch, fled outside extremely slowly.

Although he could also choose to go back and fight the monster, he didn't know the monster's strength. Starting a fight resolutely may be better than getting caught, and it is not that easy to escape after being caught. Therefore, Mo Yan's best chance to escape is only this time, and he must be careful enough.

This is no different from when we crossed the minefield in Yugoslavia. Mo Yan, who was crawling silently, recalled his past again. Since he gained powerful power in vain, such cautious actions are considered first. Sure enough, when Mo Yan was about to approach the exit, his hand slightly touched a silk thread arranged on the ground. Because he moved extremely slowly, he didn't break the tiny thread.

This silk thread should be connected to the cocoon used by the monster to sleep. If any external force breaks it, it should cause the monster to wake up. This is a method used by the monster to prevent sneak attacks. After bypassing this thread, Mo Yan finally came to the outside world, and he completely understood why the monster looked so relieved.

The entrance to the cave where Mo Yan is now is on a very high cliff. Without strong climbing skills, few creatures can reach such a high place. Fortunately, I can climb without equipment. Mo Yan rubbed his hands with the dust at the entrance of the cave and began to climb down the cliff...

The night passed quickly, and the monster woke up after a good sleep. It planned to say hello to its future husband. But it discovered that the tauren that was supposed to be tied to the stone bed had disappeared. It hurriedly got up to check the situation, and soon discovered the reason for the tauren's escape. A section of it had been almost smoothed away by Mo. Bone fragments.

You can't escape! The monster climbed up anxiously toward the outside of the cave. Looking at the footprints and traces left on the sand at the door, it could be seen that the tauren had left here. The monster who has reached the age of estrus will not let his first husband disappear just like this. Even if it chases him to the end of the world, it will catch him back to complete the ritual!

The traces and mazes left last night should be able to delay it for a while. Mo Yan said with a smile as he watched the monster leave the cave from a distance. After waiting for a while, Mo Yan came to the bottom of the cliff and began to climb upwards, and once again came to the devil's cave where he escaped.

He came here to find some useful tools. This monster that hunted a lot of prey should have some weapons or tattered armor equipment in its storage room. Although the armor may not necessarily be the model Mo Yan wears, it is not bad to get one or two weapons. For Mo Yan, who is now impoverished, any weapon is considered a good thing.

Under the sunlight, everything in the cave was clearly visible. Because of the darkness yesterday, Mo Yan did not notice that there was a fork in the road on the left side of the cave. If Mo Yan guessed correctly, the place it led to should be the monster's storage room.

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