"Don't move yet, I'll go and take a look!"

Pang Xiaodou hurriedly made a stop gesture at Bakel Bloodhoof, and then cautiously touched the strange thing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your Excellency, you must be careful......

Behind him came Bakir Bloodhoof's whispered blessing.

“……”

Pang Xiaodou nodded silently.

Soon approached, he first carefully observed the surrounding environment, there was no difference between this place and the place they had walked before, and there was no trace of any traps, at least in Pang Xiaodou's opinion, it should be safe.

After that, he was relieved to put all his attention on this iron tool.

It was a large pickaxe.

One end of the pickaxe had been completely carved into the hard wall, leaving a ring of cracks in the wall, and judging by the other half of the pickaxe's exposure, the part that sank into the wall was at least half a meter...... It takes a terrifying force to do that.

Judging from the direction of the wooden pickaxe, the person who chiseled the pickaxe should have been facing the exit, and it is likely that he wanted to get out, but in the end he was not dragged in by a huge force......

So, just how big is this force?

Pang Xiaodou felt that this was at least the power to tear apart a guy who was much stronger than a minotaur like Buckr Bloodhoof in an instant, and it was just a moment, and it didn't even give people any pain.

Because on this wooden pickaxe handle, there is also a half-amputated arm at the same time, this arm does look very thick, thicker than Pang Xiaodou's thighs, but only the part below the elbow joint is left, from the wound point of view, it is definitely not forcibly cut off by some sharp weapon, or simply and rudely torn or torn!

This is the basis for Pang Xiaodou's judgment of that huge force.

There are a large number of nerves in the human body, and these nerves usually remind people's brains of what their bodies are experiencing and whether they can no longer bear what they are going through, usually through sensations such as pain or itching.

Therefore, for a living person, it is absolutely impossible for him to grasp the handle of the pickaxe with his own arm, and then be slowly and forcibly torn off by a huge force that his body cannot bear at all, just as it is absolutely impossible for a person to suffocate himself to death just by holding his breath.

Unless, that force is so strong and caught off guard that it doesn't even give the nerves time to perceive and the brain to react!

At this time, the arm has been "wet corpse", the skin is a bright tan, and the muscle tissue fibers at the torn wound are also clearly visible, but it has lost the moisture that the living human body should have, and it is the existence of these muscle fibers that have long lost their water but still have some elasticity, so that this arm is still holding the pickaxe handle tightly at this time.

"In the end, it is a place where the famous corpses are raised, and the mutilated arms will not rot, but will become a 'wet corpse'......"

Pang Xiaodou sighed in his heart, the first "wet corpse" he had seen in the game was still the mother-in-law of the millet grains in the nine-story demon building.

But after all, it was a complete corpse, wrapped in a pair of skins and combined with the special environment, it was understandable that the body functions were passing slowly, but it was only an arm, and there was no comparison between the two at all.

This place of raising corpses with the "Seven Star Nail Soul Array" is really not a joke!

"Your Excellency, have you found anything?"

Seeing that Pang Xiaodou hadn't spoken for a long time, Bakr Bloodhoof asked in a low voice with a chill in his heart.

"It's okay, come here."

Pang Xiaodou finally came back to his senses, but at this time, he found that there were some scratches on the wall where the pickaxe was slightly up, and it was difficult to find without looking closely.

These scratches formed strange symbols, and they were lined up, looking like some kind of text that Pang Xiaodou couldn't understand.

But he could understand the three very eye-catching "exclamation points" behind the text!

Are these the last words of some pioneer? Or a warning to latecomers!? ”

Pang Xiaodou's heart trembled, what he was most curious about at this time was what this line of text meant, which might provide extremely important clues for the next exploration, otherwise how could it end with three "exclamation points"?

At this time.

Bakr Bloodhoof finally came to Pang Xiaodou's side, and waited until the guy could see the pickaxe and the arm attached to the handle of the pickaxe......

"Poof!"

This guy actually knelt on the ground very abruptly.

"You...... What's going on? ”

Temporarily retracting his curiosity about that line of writing, Pang Xiaodou turned his head and looked strangely at Bakir Bloodhoof, who was behaving strangely.

I saw that in the blink of an eye, this guy's reddened bull's eyes were already filled with cloudy tears, and his whole body was trembling constantly, making a dull breathing sound, as if he had seen something terrible that made him sad.

At the same time, a hoarse and trembling voice kept coming out of his mouth: "Father, father...... This is my father...... Father's arm...... Tattoos on the hands, hands...... It's the father......"

"Alas......"

Pang Xiaodou finally understood what Bakr Bloodhoof meant, and sighed helplessly. However, he was really not good at comforting people, so he could only sigh and walk over and pat the Minotaur on the shoulder.

"Mourning ......"

……

Fortunately, his father had been missing for more than two years, and Bakr Bloodhoof's heart was fully prepared.

So the emotions came and went very quickly, so even if Pang Xiaodou didn't intend to urge him, he didn't waste too much time in this matter, but after his emotions stabilized, he forcibly broke his father's arm off the pickaxe without saying a word and tied it to his body.

“……”

In this process, Pang Xiaodou just watched silently and did not make any comments.

It wasn't until after he cleaned up that he took a deep breath, snorted again, turned his head and showed a relatively relaxed smile to Pang Xiaodou, and said in a resolute tone: "My lord, let's continue, shall we?" This cave is strange, my father's arm is not rotten, maybe I have a chance to find the rest of his body, and I hope to be able to get him out intact. ”

"Well, there's no hurry."

Pang Xiaodou nodded, and then finally pointed to the line on the wall and asked, "You can see if you know this line first, I think this may be a hint left for us by your father or someone else." ”

"And the words?"

Bakr Bloodhoof was stunned for a moment, hurriedly leaned over, and after taking a look, he said directly: "My lord, this is indeed the text of our Minotaurs, which translates into the lingua franca - be careful of those three women!! ”