In the deep corridor, strange rocks are craggy, and all kinds of stone milk are towering.

Although the top of the corridor exudes a hazy fluorescence, it cannot be sprinkled all the corners at all.

In the dark, four or five raised stalactites were lonely and close together, forming a circle.

The faint sound of snoring, creeping out of the cracks in the circle, submerged into the deeper darkness.

Belch.. yes

With a slight groan, I opened my eyes, and there was a hazy darkness in front of me.

The biting cold wind swept through my body, and I couldn't help but hug my arms and shiver.

Struggling to sit up, he cautiously looked around, and in the faint light, he couldn't see anything half a meter away.

When I opened my mouth, a cold breath was inhaled into my lungs, and I coughed violently, as if I wanted to exhale all the cold air I had just inhaled in my chest.

The violent cough gradually slowed down, and I was like a puddle of mud, lying on the ground weakly, gasping for breath.

I exhaled my last breath hard, and my breathing calmed down.

In my mind, countless questions arose in an instant, however, two of them made me care the most: am I still alive? What is this place?

Sitting up again, I realized that the place where I started was very wet and slippery, not like the cold ground.

Inch by inch, I tentatively fumbled and fumbled, and it took a long time to finally form a general appearance in my mind.

If I'm not mistaken, this is probably half of the Minotaur boss that I cut off.

There is an unwritten rule in this dungeon, before any monster is killed, the severed limbs will not disappear, and even if the monster is killed, only the part that dies along with the main body will turn into black smoke, and the rest will still remain intact.

Before falling, the Minotaur boss should have been killed by the destructive power released by my left arm, but the small half of my fat body that I cut off before became my flesh pad, relieving most of the force of falling to the ground, and luckily saving my life.

It's really a narrow escape.

I touched my forehead, let out a long breath, patted the pad under me, and said thank you, before slowly moving away from it, groping around, trying to find an exit from here.

By touch, I can perceive that what encloses me should be a circle of stone pillars.

However, after touching back and forth several times, I couldn't find any exit from here, except for the narrow slit that appeared from time to time that was the width of my palm.

Is this a stone prison?

A question rose in my mind.

I groped my way up one of the stone pillars, and soon I reached the top, I stood up, measured it, and it was okay, it was not as high as my shoulders, and I could barely climb out.

Both hands kept groping on the two stone pillars next to each other, well, very good, not damp, and the surface was rough.

Then, with both hands of the left hand, he clasped the top of a pillar on one side, tightened his arms, and stepped on the stone pillar with his left and right feet in turn, moving upwards one by one, and bending his elbows slightly, concentrating his strength more and more.

The further I moved, the more force I needed, and soon, large beads of sweat slid down my forehead, but the more I got to this point, the more I had to tense my nerves.

Once all the work I had done was gone, I had to try to use this body to knock down the stone pillars that surrounded me.

Think about it, my barely sturdy flesh colliding with a stone pillar that is very strong to the touch.

Hey..

I felt a chill in my heart, and my arms worked harder.

Soon, my feet were at the right height, and it was time to get your hands on it!

With my heart crossed and my feet jumped, I flipped a standard 360-degree rotation in the air and stood firmly on the ground.

I did it, I did it!

Although no one applauded me, I had already given myself a perfect score from the bottom of my heart.

With the smug smile of Form 2, I took a proud step forward, and then—

Poof!

My feet slipped, and I fell hard to the ground, and my ass slammed into a raised and pointed stone.

Alack~~~

It's sour. It's going to die!

I held my head and rolled all over the ground, and the huge feeling of joy from the chrysanthemums made me want to die until my eyes were full of tears and my snot was flying.

After tossing for a long time, the refreshing feeling finally gradually left me, and then I held my butt with one hand and the stone pillar with the other, and moved forward with snot and tears on my face.

Following the direction of the shimmering light, I quickly left the dimly lit area.

Although there were a lot of bumps and bumps in the middle, it was much better than the feeling of chrysanthemum being frustrated.

I tentatively touched the injured chrysanthemum with my hand.

Oh yo yo ~ Carefully holding on to the rock wall, in front of me was a winding path that I had never walked before, the rock walls on both sides were uneven, and in the corners, a few lonely glowing grasses stole through the cracks.

I moved slowly forward, like a stiff robot.

I hadn't taken a few steps before my stomach rattled again, and an anxious hunger pang came out of nowhere.

After covering my stomach and my buttocks, I stood in embarrassment for a while, and I muttered: "Where can I find food and drink in this strange territory where there is no village and no store in front of me?" ”

In the middle of distress, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and a thought flashed out: Isn't there still the boss meat that is used as a meat pad!

I remember when I first stepped into the ranks of adventurers, I was poor to death, and in order to satisfy my hunger, I ate the meat of monsters raw, the fiber was very coarse, the meat was not easy to digest, and most importantly, the taste was worse than the bark of a tree.

If it weren't for the predicament, I wouldn't have been willing to make up my mind about it.

With a constipated expression on my face, I reluctantly walked back to the stone pillar, poked my hand through the gap in the stone pillar, and groped around, and after a while, I felt the piece of flesh.

Pulling one corner of the meat slice and pulling it hard, it took a lot of effort to finally pull the meat slice out of the crack.

Dragging the huge piece of meat away from the darkness, I could see it in its entirety under the light from the top of the road.

It's really the flesh on the little half of the boss's body.

However, his arms and waist and legs were missing, probably broken by the impact.

I explained to myself.

Although I didn't want to eat this thing, my stomach struggled fiercely, and after several struggles, I finally endured the nausea and opened my mouth to bite it.

Sure enough, the meat is rougher and harder to swallow, and not only that, but the taste is also bitter.

It took a lot of effort to tear off a piece, chew it a few times, and as soon as I tilted my neck, I was about to swallow it.

It is estimated that I am in a hurry to swallow, the piece of meat is improperly stuck in my throat, I can't vomit or swallow, and it is difficult to breathe.

Eventually, the piece of meat slipped into my stomach pouch under my beating.

Vomit. Belch.

I threw my head up, greedily breathing in the air, my heart full of collapse.

It's so dangerous, so dangerous, and I almost became the first adventurer to choke to death.