"Perhaps...... It's not just a nightmare or a hallucination. I muttered to myself, then turned to the warrior monk beside me, "I need the help of the monastery, and I want to know what the reason behind these phenomena is." ”

Tuttle didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, nor did he express too much skepticism, and I think he should know that I myself had no idea what was going on along the way. He just nodded and reminded me that it was time to get on my way.

"I don't think we're too far from the surface, most of these underground caverns are fissures or caves that connect the valley to the mountainside. Don't overthink it, let's get out of here first. ”

"By the way, Mallory is dead, and he was the one who was devoured just now. With that, I raised the belt in my hand, but decided not to tell him about me reading the monster's memory, "The belt seems to be on his body, and it seems to be an unusual broken treasure. ”

Shocked by this, Tuttle took the rune-encrusted belt and examined it carefully for a moment, before finally shaking his head and returning it to mine.

"I don't think it's Mallory. When he set out from the city, he didn't have it on him. However, the runes on it don't look like some kind of magic rune used in religious ceremonies, maybe it's some kind of arcane rune, and I don't recognize what it is. You take it first. ”

Tuttle's answer, though somewhat frustrating, was expected. It is obviously difficult for a warrior monk to have such "mysterious" knowledge as magic and runes. So, I nodded and put my belt in my carry-on space. It's time to hit the road.

Knowing the lessons of that monster, neither I nor Tuttle would allow any part of our body to get into the river below. However, despite the occasional protruding rocks and pillars on the water, they were spaced at different lengths to form a bridge for people to jump through—so Tuttle and I had to choose to follow the shore on the high ground above the water, or simply walk directly on the rock wall, and make a long detour to the other end of the cavern.

The air was still damp in this passage, where there was no trace of running water, but I keenly felt a very slight wind blowing in my face. This means that as long as we keep going down, there's a good chance we'll get out of this damn underworld.

We picked up the pace. The cave is full of uneven rocks, and under the constant shaking light, long black shadows jump, tumble, and twist like ghosts, and the dark stone walls seem to have the property of absorbing light, so that at some point even the shadows themselves seem to be swallowed up by endless darkness. The strange illusion condensed by the mixture of nature's magic and the dark thoughts of the human heart is truly an indescribable and depicted scene.

I shook my head violently, as if trying to shake some bad thought out. Refocusing on "marching", I climbed over the rocks, flew up the steep cliffs, crossed the terrifying chasms, and followed the wind's guidance step by step towards the light world.

As we continued to advance, the sea of fog that obscured our vision gradually receded and disappeared, and finally we could no longer see it. The dark landscape of the Shadow Forest was left behind, and I regained my appreciation for the wonders created by nature's miraculous creations.

I carried a light and walked through a wonderful cave. Looking at the myriad stalactites, stalagmites and stone mantles in a myriad of shapes and shadows under the light reflection, the lingering shadows in my heart seem to dissipate a lot unconsciously.

I think it's necessary to describe the structure of this cave a little bit. It's very unique, with holes in holes, and the width and width change as I walk. The width of the cave** can reach about twenty or thirty meters, and the narrow part can only allow one adult to pass sideways.

From time to time, you can see some glossy stone walls, which are particularly smooth and slippery when touched by hand, and in some places there is a thin layer of green moss. Seeing this trace of greenery, which symbolizes life, I can't help but smile, and my heavy heart relaxes a lot.

But – I used the word "but" again, I hated it – and once again I fell into a delusion. I don't know what's going on - is it because I didn't actually take the whole thing as a thing? No, of course not, my subjective will knows very clearly that I am very cautious about what happened in the cave. But......

Let me first explain what happened at that time.

I was examining a cave that was almost straight down, and was delighted to find that there was no water in it, nor darkness so thick that even the yin and yang eyes could not see through it. Then, I carefully felt the direction of the air flow, and then I prepared to continue on my way. When I turned around, I suddenly realized that I was the only one left.

"Tuttle, Tuttle!"

There was no response. My voice slowly faded in the echo of the cave.

Although I think that for a warrior monk with a keen sense, the probability of separation is very small, but I can't rule out this possibility. So, I began to walk back the way I came, unleashing my sword to search around. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, I found nothing.

I started to shudder. Was Tuttle missing? The thought that the mighty, strong-willed warrior monk had been snatched away without even realizing it—or had been struck by some kind of illusion—really scared me. But soon, another, even more terrifying thought was born in my head.

I am the one who is missing.

As soon as the idea came to me, it took root in my psyche. I began to feel anxious and shuddered. If the nightmares I experienced before still gave me the consciousness of "breaking free", the current situation is that I have no idea whether I have fallen into some kind of mind-affecting illusion, whether I have strayed into some elaborate labyrinth - this is very unlikely, or whether the human named Yun Chengyu has actually gone crazy.

This kind of mental instability even shocked the true qi in my body.

"I have to be calm. ”

I said to myself loudly, and at the same time suppressed the slightly rioting Zhenqi.

"I'm going to get out of here—I've got a direction, and I can planeswalk. I still have a talisman from Sora Akiyama, and nothing can kill me. ”

My voice echoed through the hole**, eventually slowly dissolving into the slippery stone walls. I seemed to see the rocks wriggling and shrinking, but I soon realized that it was nothing more than a psychological effect, a nightmare from the dark lands that had left a deep impression on me.