The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

After destroying the puppet, a deep purple stone fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

amethyst?

My eyes lit up, I picked up the stone, held it in the palm of my hand, and pinched my two fingers, and took a photo of the light on the ceiling of the hall.

Feeling the soft and diffuse purple light, I was happy to bloom.

Amethyst, this is a good thing, one of the rare materials in the dungeon that can enchant weapons.

Needless to say, its practicality is extremely expensive.

He happily stuffed the amethyst into the cowhide of his left arm, holding the knight sword in one hand and the short sword in the other. Looking around, he still didn't find any portals.

He picked up the kraft paper suspiciously, and read it up and down twice.

That's right, if you kill the guard, a portal will appear.

Could it be that the puppet is just a leader, the real guard is still behind?

I thought in horror.

The wall behind me trembled suddenly. I turned around and took a closer look. On the smooth wall, countless small cracks suddenly appeared on the smooth wall, exactly the same as the floor tiles just now!

I wipe it, come back!

I almost collapsed, sighed helplessly, holding the sword in both hands, watching the increasing crack nervously.

The wall shattered into a big hole, no monsters appeared, only a group of black vortex slowly rotating, it was a portal.

I took a breath, relaxed, put the kraft paper upright on the stone table, prayed for the next hapless person, walked into it, and disappeared.

As my eyes lit up, I stepped into another unfamiliar corridor, but fortunately, this corridor was far more reliable than before, because I saw a **** fat monster claw.

I looked around and found no living monsters. My body stepped out of the portal and stepped forward to identify it.

The sturdy severed hand was fat and greasy, and the red blood was removed, and underneath was a dark green fur... Goblin warrior!

So, I am back to the ninth floor?

But looking back and forth, this corridor is not the ninth floor that I am familiar with.

Looking back again, I found that the portal just behind him had been closed, and the opening position on the rock wall became smooth as before, as if the portal had never appeared before.

I reluctantly scratched my hair.

That arm is indeed a goblin warrior, and it is absolutely correct that this is the ninth floor, but I can be sure that this is definitely not the dungeon of Eri City.

Looking down at the embarrassing outfit, I pondered for a while, and decided to go to the tenth floor to take a look while I was still physically strong.

Since it is not Ai Rui City, it is impossible to say that there will be a boss on the tenth floor.

Before, there were outsiders like Quincy, and I was not good at it, and I was afraid that I might have hurt the Phoenix and the others. Now I am back alone and I am afraid of being a bird!

Shaking a pair of cast-iron hand armors, I grinned and said: "Kneel the little boss, uncle is here!"

It didn't take long before I found the portal, stepped out, and just brightened in front of my eyes, facing me, a dark thing rushed towards me with a fishy smell.

I was taken aback. Raising my hand was a sword that split it into two parts.

With a click, two **** objects fell to the ground.

Leaning down and taking a closer look, it turned out to be a big tooth mouse!

.. I went the other way.

Hey..

I laughed at myself and shook my head, and walked towards the other end of the tunnel.

On the way, there will be one or two goblin warriors occasionally, and I will get rid of them at will.

Soon, I reached the end of the other end and stepped into the tenth floor.

The entrance hall is still the same spacious, and the relief on the wall of the hall is still the same rough.

In the hall, stood a big man with long hair and muscles.

A snow-white tight-fitting robe for priests. Inside is a skin-sculpting black shirt. The edge of the collar is open. There are lace stitched with a few gold threads. A string of bright gray metal necklaces hung around the neck. The bottom is embellished. Holding a cross, the cross swayed slightly between his swelling chest muscles.

In front of him, there is a metal cross that is half a person tall. There are many exquisite patterns carved on the cross. At the top, there is a long metal handle with the thickness of a wrist. The handle is inlaid with a round steel ball. .

Although there are crosses on the chest, there is no such thing as **** Christ in this world.

The cross represents the shining sun, which means that the earth shines all over the world.

The center connected by the four long bars represents the sun, and the four long bars represent the sky, the earth, the front and the back.

I probed the probe and found that he couldn't see his face clearly, and his long hair was hanging down in front of his head and was hidden.

"Hello there!"

I greeted politely, and subconsciously squeezed the sword in my hand.

The shadow of being deceived by the puppet not long ago has not dissipated. This time, I dare not come forward easily. God knows if he will suddenly show a strange face and attack me in a while.

The breeze blew up and his long hair was blown. Although I only glanced at the corner, I was sure that he had a human face.

It should be an adventurer.

I'm thinking about it.

"Hello there!"

I got a little closer, and it was easier to handle with people, and communication should be unimpeded.

As if he hadn't heard it, he still stood motionless, like a sculpture.

Cursing my mouth, I stretched out the knight sword, patted the long-haired man on the shoulder with the tip of the sword, and muttered, "It's not a statue..."

"No."

Abruptly, a rough voice came from the big man's mouth, scared my whole body to stand up, and almost cut it down with a sword.

"Hello there!"

I said hello again, but he ignored me again.

Somewhat curious, I tentatively asked: "Excuse me, are you... performance art?"

"Yes" the rough voice sounded again, the long-haired man shook his head, and his long flowing hair was parted from left to right, revealing a face with rigid lines: "Do you look at me like a legendary hero? ?"

"Hehe. Hehe, like, really like, just exactly the same." I put on a sincere expression, gave a thumbs up, nodded repeatedly, speeding up my pace, and walked towards an entrance.

I heard that it will be contagious in Secondary Two, I want to stay away from here.

"Please wait a minute!" His voice was rough and thick, making my ears hum.

I stopped, turned my head, and said with a black thread: "Is there anything else?"

"Yes", the long-haired man with a stern expression, squatted down, swiftly tied the cross on his back, tugged at the collar, and walked towards me decently, perhaps because he saw my vigilance. It stopped at two meters.

There was no smile on a hard face, and the rough voice sounded again: "You are the first person to appreciate my art. It seems that we are very close to each other. Are you interested in staying with me and flying together in the underground city? An immortal legend?"

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