Hush...... Hush......

Someone whistled and slowly approached.

I held my breath and let my heart beat as slowly as I could.

The man walked slowly to my side and stopped.

"You...... New here? He snapped into a sentence.

Is this calling me?

Or is it ...... Bluffing me?

I was silent.

"Huh." The man laughed, "Normal, it's normal for you to react like this, and newcomers are like that." ”

I was still silent.

"Oh, there aren't many newcomers here." The man said, "I'm looking forward to it...... Hehehehehe......"

The man smiled and walked away slowly.

There's something wrong with the people here!

Hush...... Hush......

I stood still for a few moments, until I couldn't hear the man's whistle at all, and then I set off to leave.

As soon as he took a step, someone said in his ear: "Walk slowly." ”

I had goosebumps from my ankles to the back of my head.

Big brother, how long have you been standing there? I can't even hear the sound of breathing.

I shuddered and hurried forward.

Take two steps, boom, hit something.

When you touch it with your hand, it seems to be a pillar.

In a place like this where you can't see anything at all, you still have to walk leisurely.

I rested on the pillar for a while.

"Don't touch my legs, okay?" A voice came from overhead.

This is your leg, are you the twelve golden men?

I don't believe it in my heart, I guess it's a guy hiding in a high place who is bluffing me.

But if you don't see the actual situation, it's really hard to argue with him.

"Let's go, I'll go." I crawled over and cautiously moved a few steps to the side.

Pillars and stone walls or something, in case there is a hole in the ground, I step on the air and fall down, then there is no place to complain.

There are no holes in the ground.

There is someone!

I ran my foot over it a few times, and I realized that it was still alive.

But he didn't say anything.

"Don't you feel pain?" I couldn't help but crouch down and ask him.

"As a carpet, shouldn't it be shared by being stepped on?" He asked rhetorically.

"So you're a carpet." I nodded, wiped the soles of my shoes clean on the carpet, and left.

I just want to get out of this place as soon as possible......

After groping in the darkness for a while, either touching a wall or stumbling over a pit, and the ubiquity of blacks—yes, let's call these people who hide in the darkness—suddenly, an irresistible tiredness struck, and I sat down, limp and unable to move.

It's not an anomaly like poisoning, it's just that I'm tired.

It's not just physical exertion...... The effect of the endless darkness on the human will is much more serious than expected.

But the idea of 'exploring an unknown territory with no way forward' is enough to break the human spirit.

I think I could call myself the Beat Generation now......

"Hehe, young man, can't stand it so soon?" An old voice rang out in the darkness.

If it was before, I would have been startled by the voice, but now ...... It's long been no wonder.

"You can even tell my age?" I was surprised, though.

"I can't hear it...... It turned out to be a young man. The old voice smiled, "But whether you are seventeen or eighteen years old, seventy or eighty years old, I am probably qualified to call me a 'young man'." ”

"Seventy or eighty years old can you call a young man?" I was surprised, "Then you are old this year?" ”

"One hundred and two." The old voice said.

"At your age, you're still locked up in a dungeon? These turtle grandchildren are also disrespectful to the elderly. I said casually.

"Hehe, I'm not locked up here." The old voice said.

"It's not that you're locked up...... Are you always a cell boss? "I'm more curious.

"You can say the same thing." The old voice said, "However, I am the cell head of this dungeon, not the cell head of the gangs outside. ”

He said it a little bit bit, but I understood it right away.

"What do you mean...... This dungeon doesn't belong to any of the gangs? I asked tentatively.

"It's up to you to interpret it." The old voice said, "Someone has to guard the place, someone to maintain it, and someone to use it." ”

"I see." I said, "That is to say, this dungeon was not built by any gang, the people outside are only in charge of guarding the door, and you are the main owner of this dungeon!" ”

"Hehe, almost, almost." The old man's voice said, "Of course, old man, I'm not a good master, I'm also an errand runner." ”

More than 100 years old errands, this job is too tiring.

"How can you be an errand runner? At least it's a general. I said, "Well...... Who is the owner of this dungeon? ”

"Master of the Game." The old voice said.

"What?" I didn't understand it for a moment.

"The owner of this dungeon is called the master of the game." "However, that was what he called him when he was younger, and now he prefers to be called by others...... Game Old Man. ”

"Games? Is the game dust, the game of the world? I said.

"That's right - cruising in the red dust, watching the dreams of life, and remembering the yellow sorghum a few times, after all, it was empty." The old voice read a little poem.

This is probably the legendary poem number.

"And what should you call you?" I asked.

"Hehe, the young man is very polite." The old voice said, "I'm too old to forget my name, but you can call me...... Old Lion. ”

"Teacher, corpse, Shi, wet?" I muttered, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Whatever." The old lion laughed, "It's just a title." ”

"So...... Why did you build a dungeon like this? I asked.

"Probably because it's boring." "When a person has done everything he can do, of course he will want to do something that he can't do." ”

What do you mean by 'doing something you can't do yourself'?

I suddenly understood the striking meaning of this sentence: since you can't do it yourself, then lock others up and see how they do it......

In other words, this so-called 'master of the game' is actually experimenting on living people!

Maybe it's because of a lack of manpower, maybe it's to hide people's eyes, or maybe it's just troublesome...... Anyway, they chose to 'outsource' the dungeon to a gang that threw people into it, and they were responsible for making the people who threw them in half-dead.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt the urge to pick up a piece of cow and throw it on the old lion's face.

"Then ......," I slammed to my feet, and then smirked, "You always say, can I leave this place?" ”

"Absolutely." Old Lion Road.

"Really?" He replied so briskly that I was skeptical.

"It's true—old man, I don't think you're fit to stay in this dark place, so go next door." Old Lion Road.

"Next door?" I was stunned, "Next door...... Or a dungeon, right? ”

"No, it's not a dungeon next door." The old lion said, "It's hell there!" ”

(End of chapter)