For the first time, I doubted my own strength.

Because there really is only one vague idea.

The title of Dao Xing Cultivation has always been a quasi-rank Ding and other Yin Pseudo Mirrors.

Just listening to this title, it is definitely a dead trick in the movie where there will be no more than three lines and you have to die violently.

There is no yardstick against which to measure my strength.

Although You Chen's performance is very weak now, through a series of means such as the Ghost King suit, I did kill him at my feet with my own hands.

If you burst out with all your might, unleash all means.

My real strength should not be weaker than the second-class yin, and maybe even stronger than the ordinary second-class yin.

At least there are life-saving means.

No way, the system mother gave a lot of non-combat gold fingers.

In addition, most of the things I know myself are not used to fight people, so I always think that I am so weak that I am not as good as a dog.

But......

Not only did You Chen die, but even his soul was controlled by others.

It shows that the monsters hiding here are stronger than the first-class yin.

At the same time, it cannot be ruled out that the two of them are the result of losing both.

From any point of view, it's not good for me.

System mom didn't notify me of the end of the mission.

Go forward, you may die.

If I don't move forward, the amiable system mom will 100% obliterate me.

The only option is to move on.

I took out a leg-stretching staring pill from my space backpack to restore my strength, and swallowed it to my stomach with foam, and replaced it with two breaths of fresh air. Then he pulled out the magic sword inserted in the soil and put all the Ghost King three-piece sets back, but still used the Ghost King Mask skill to change my appearance.

When the physical strength is almost recovered, everything is ready.

I found my way and headed deeper into the cavern.

The road was smooth, there were no slopes, no other holes, no bones, and no danger, and even the green glow disappeared later.

Completely plunged into the darkness where you can't see your fingers.

I perceive the power of night vision, and at this moment, I can see things within a meter of my surroundings, and if it is longer, I will be blind.

"Tick ......"

The waterproof tiles did not stick to the wall again, and water beads kept slipping down.

It's more like a big pothole thrown with an iron hoe, and the road surface is a little uneven.

Coming some way ahead, I stepped on at least seven or eight potholes.

There was even a time when the pit was so deep that it almost put me in it.

However, in the endless darkness, I could not find a sense of direction, nor could I find the shadow at the end of the black hole, and my patience ran out with time.

"Oh! How long will this go? Is this going to imitate the former Su L digging a tunnel and digging directly to the center of the earth?! What are you digging so deep?! When Qin Shi Huang built an underground tomb of the dead!? ”

I was so impatient that I finally exploded in a boring environment.

Qi aimed at a wall and kicked seven times in a row to dissipate his anger, but he never thought that he used too much force, and the last kick on the wall rebounded back for himself.

"Oh!"

I staggered backwards.

"Poof!"

"Click......"

I never expected it!

I accidentally stepped into a deep hole.

Immediately, the whole person chopped a horse, hung with his left foot at the entrance of the hole, stepped on the hole with his right foot, and the whole person fell into the hole in a posture of broken eggs.

"Assi!"

I felt so embarrassed that I was suffocating, and my posture was suffocating.

But I shouldn't say buddy, my flexibility is very strong, and I didn't fracture my hip shaft, and I definitely had to break it all at once if I replaced someone else.

"This is deliberately digging so deep......"

I was about to summon the Ghost King's cloak and fly out, but I noticed something very hard piercing the soles of my shoes under the soles of my feet, and it hit me.

And I suddenly remembered the "click" I heard when I fell in.

Oh my god goose!

It can't be stepping on a trigger-type big ** or something, right?

The kind that can blow up your leg with a flick of your leg!?

I was shocked, and I managed to find a suitable angle and lowered my head to see what I was stepping on.

Well?

Black and white photos?

I caught a glimpse of a one-inch black-and-white photograph of a man.

The black-and-white photograph is underneath pieces of wood and gray-white dust.

This...... This Nima!?

I trampled someone's urn to pieces!?

I didn't dare to move anymore, for fear that a little ghost would come out of the ashes and kill me. But...... I can't summon the Ghost King's cloak from such an angle!

What to do? Why is there an urn?

I stretched out my hands in confusion, struggled to toss up, and my right foot kept stepping on the ashes and wooden forks back and forth, frantically trampling on the dignity of the deceased.

Wait for a minute.

I hooked my hands to the edge of the hole, and with a sharp force, I brought myself out of the deep hole. Lying on the edge of the hole, I stroked my big crotch and laughed and shed two tears.

Oh yes!

Dude, my eggs almost broke!

It's a pity that the pain switch makes me happy to the point of being carefree.

With a wry smile, I turned around and looked into the cave on my stomach.

The urn at the bottom of the cave completely made me step on the bones, and there were a lot of small bones left in the ashes, which also made me have a complete bone.

O iniquity!

"Amen!"

I simply prayed for the souls to forgive me for the sins I had committed. Then I concentrated on expanding my perceptual power, and my night vision function looked in a straight line to the bottom of the cave, which was more than a meter long.

The black and white photo of the man did not disappear weirdly.

It shows that there are no ghosts in the urn, but it confuses me even more.

I stopped exploring the bottom of the cave and turned my head to the second, deeper hole, and at the bottom of the second hole there was a full fuchsia urn, except that the black and white photo was replaced by a young girl, and the girl in the picture was still smiling.

The third.

The fourth.

……

Eighteenth.

……

I groped through all the potholes and found eighteen urns.

Judging from the black and white photos above, the oldest should be a seventy-year-old man, and the youngest is a twelve- or thirteen-year-old teenager. Except for the black-and-white photo of me smashing the urn, all the photos were smiling, smiling brightly.

There are 18 photos of a boy with a lost head that I've seen!

The answer became clearer and clearer in my mind, and I bypassed the hollows, speeding up and running towards the depths of the cavern.

The sound of the water gradually increases.

The air was so humid that I would feel choked when I exhaled.

Every step I take leaves a footprint in the soil, and at some stage, my foot sinks into the soil to my ankle.

I struggled to pull my foot out.

The road is like a swamp, and it seems like it is not for people to walk.

I had been about 300 meters away, and I saw a platform fifty points ahead, and the top of the platform was connected to the stone staircase that went up.

The road close to the platform is very difficult to walk.

The soil would flood my waist like a hand was dragging me down by the ankles, and the never-ending sound of crying and running water mingled like a hammer on my chest.

Bang bang trying to knock my heart to pieces.

Restlessness and boredom replaced the hope in my heart.

"How many floors can a bag of rice carry!?"

I sensed that if I didn't show some housekeeping skills, the soil would definitely drown me in it.

The Ghost King's cloak appeared, and the flight mode took me across the soil swamp.

The system mom didn't remind me to get fear points, which proves that there are no ghosts in my current environment...... Where do the ascals and stairs lead?

When I landed on the platform, I pulled out the magic sword on my back, and then summoned the Ghost King's mask and ghost king's gloves in a set of moves. Make sure you make sure you step up to the first staircase without fail.

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Hahaha......"

"Hey, hey, hey......"

……

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in my ears.

The wind was filled with all kinds of sounds.

There are women who cry because they are hurt by love.

There is an old man's happy and hearty laughter at the family reunion in the Chinese New Year's Eve.

There is an obscene and evil laugh of the old pervert who prescribes the right medicine and succeeds in his scheme.

……

The shadows of many strangers flashed in front of my eyes, but they were inexplicably familiar.

It seems that they are my home, and I should draw my sword and kill myself to accompany them.

I was clearly conscious, but I trembled and put the magic sword next to my neck, and the cold blade made me shudder.

Die?

Or not dead?

I didn't hesitate to think about this unusual question.

Slide the sword against the flesh skin, measuring how good a sword cuts through the throat perfectly.

"Ding!"

The system beep didn't scare me.

"Please take a quick sip of the Broken Spirits Wine!!"

It is rare for the mother of the system to lose control of her emotions to yell, and her voice has its own exorcism function, and at this moment my consciousness instantly wakes up.

It's like waking up from a big dream, and my head is groggy.

"Drink the god wine!"

The system mom took the lead and reminded me again.

I closed my eyes and didn't look at the figures that turned over and over and disgusted me. I subconsciously took off the wine gourd hanging from my waist, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and poured a sip of old wine into my throat, which made my whole body burn with warmth.

"What the hell is disturbing me!?"