There is a strong smell of dust in the dark basement, although it is located in the depths of the ground, but the waterproofing work is very strict, and there is still no damp smell after being vacant for many years.

Hugo walked slowly in the basement with a glow-in-the-dark stick in hand, closely observing everything around him.

The ceiling in the basement is extremely high, roughly estimated to be more than five meters, and Hugo's glow-in-the-dark rod alone makes it impossible to see the appearance of the dome.

Hugo barely breathed in the dry, dreary air of the basement, trying to calm his pounding heart, and here and now, an aggressive pulse and heavy breathing did not bring him any good results.

Hugo began to move close to the basement wall, the basement was so large that it would be whimsical to try to walk through it completely, and Hugo could only do his best to do some reconnaissance in the limited time.

The palm of his hand touched the cold wall, and he walked slowly, sweat constantly seeping out of his skin, wetting the shabby clothes on his body, making it even heavier.

A layer of cold sweat also oozed from Hugo's palm, and the cold palm made the touch more sensitive.

Suddenly, Hugo realized that there were carved marks on the cold stone wall, and immediately approached the glow-in-the-dark rod in his hand, and in the fluorescent green light, Hugo noticed that the entire gray stone wall was engraved with strange patterns.

The pattern is more like some kind of hieroglyph to be precise, square and regular, but with an elusive sense of mystery in the strokes.

Hugo raised the glow-in-the-dark stick in his hand high, and as the light moved upward, Hugo found that the entire wall was covered with this mysterious character number, and from a distance, a sense of shock from the bone marrow came to his face.

Hugo swallowed lightly and took two steps back, quietly digesting what he saw.

This basement does not look like a dark high-tech laboratory, it looks more like a place of worship full of mystical religious connotations, and this kind of writing symbol obviously does not belong to human beings, at least not to the birthage of human civilization in recent thousands of years.

Hugo thought to himself, and continued to walk unconsciously forward under his feet, he had not come here without a purpose, what he was looking for was the black knife-like object that had inadvertently appeared in his mind.

The air in the basement became thinner and thinner, and Hugo felt dizzy all over his head, knowing that the oxygen content of the air here had reached a very low level, and if he did not withdraw in time, he was afraid that he would die in the dark basement. At the same time, the glow of the glow-in-the-dark rod in his hand began to dim, and all kinds of difficulties stopped Hugo's eyes, forcing him to make the decision to retreat and leave.

Hugo reluctantly closed his eyes, this was the end of the matter, if he retreated, it was really unacceptable to him, and this was almost the last time he entered this place without equipment, the oxygen in this underground basement was getting thinner and thinner, and soon the life forms could not enter, so he would lose his best chance to defeat Dicard.

What Hugo didn't know was that there were two men standing outside the building, and if he hadn't taken something out of it, he would have died on the spot.

Hugo opened his eyes and rushed to his breathlessness, trying to see it as quickly as possible, even if it was worth risking his life.

The road ahead was flat, there were no obstacles, but there were no superfluous objects to be seen, and the inscriptions on the walls were still there, and because of the sheer number of these words and similar patterns, Hugo had the illusion of being in the same place for a long time.

Hugo's breathing has become more and more laborious, and it feels like every time he inhales the gas in his lungs cannot be broken down by the red blood cells in his blood, and the whole basement has become a world of nitrogen.

Hugo's eyes began to glow like a color, and his brain hallucinated from lack of oxygen, but the motivation in his heart still made him continue to run forward.

Just as Hugo's body went limp, and he was about to fall, Hugo noticed an opening in the wall in front of him, and it was impossible to see what was in it from the dark opening, but Hugo's intuition was once again a surge of electricity rushing through his body, and the intuition in his mind told him that the thing was inside.

Hugo lunged over and plunged his hand into it without hesitation.

A cold to the bone, but with a smooth and non-edged object entering the hand. Feeling this coolness, Hugo's whole person was much more energetic, and he took it out with a force, but saw a bladeless black knife about one meter long appeared in his hand, the shape of the black knife was more like a black stick, and there was no handle, blade, if it was not for the slight arc curve on one side of the knife body, it was said that it was a burning stick It was also believed by some people.

Hugo looked at the bladeless black knife in his hand, and knew that this thing was what he was looking for, and with it, he had the hope of defeating Dicar.

Hugo's heart was excited, and at this moment, his body could no longer bear the lack of oxygen, Hugo's legs were weak, and he suddenly knelt on one knee.

Hugo gritted his teeth and said with a miserable smile: "The next thing is to race against death." ”

After looking at the shaking scene in front of him and the glow-in-the-dark stick in his hand, Hugo said again: "I hope I can still recognize the track." With that, the whole person rushed towards the original path like an arrow from the string

When Hugo passed through the huge iron gate again, the glow-in-the-dark rod in his hand flickered twice and then went out. Hugo and the black knife in his hand were completely plunged into darkness.

But Hugo knew that he had found hope in the basement of this seemingly peaceful but dangerous low building.

Hugo pressed the bladeless black knife at his waist in his hand, waiting for Dicard to stop and fight him head-on. At that time, the bladeless black knife in his hand will definitely be the key to the whole battle, and his own life will also be placed on it.

Dicar's eyes were fixed on Hugo as he leaned back, a young man who was more than a full year younger than himself was a rare talent for combat, and if he had been his age and had no special abilities, he would have died dozens of times.

"It's a pity that there is no if in this world, if you want to defeat me? Dikar muttered softly, then slammed his palms out.

A wave of light white air frantically surged towards Hugo.

Hugo's eyes suddenly flashed with excitement.

"Whether you are a man or a god, I will show you today. ”

With that, the bladeless black knife at his waist swung out and slashed towards the surging wave of qi.