Chapter 169:

"Are you afraid?"

Surveying the pitch-black sword in his hand thoughtfully, Ron stretched out his fingers covered with thin red lines and flicked them lightly on the blade.

'Ding——!!'

A piercing buzz accompanied by a translucent red ripple suddenly spread out from the sword's body.

And after the strike, the faint aura hidden in the sword body seemed to have weakened a lot.

It's so vague that even the witch's blood can't detect it.

"I guess it's the will or spirit left over from the previous owner of this sword. Ron thought casually.

These things can be good and bad, and the good ones can help the user improve their own strength or some other unknown help from other places.

The worst ones use special methods to suck the anger of the weapon user to achieve their own goals.

Of course, these good and bad are only relative to ordinary people.

For the current Ron, it doesn't make any difference at all.

After all, it doesn't make a difference whether his current strength is used with a weapon or not, and the use of a sword is just because he is familiar with it.

Moreover, if the breath in the sword is malicious, even the slightest bit, he can detect it at the first time and then break it.

With a 'rub', Ron thrust the sword back into the scabbard of his two-handed sword, then raised his head and sniffed slightly.

The scent of Virgil grew clearer in the air, and he carefully discerned the direction below, and then quietly walked towards a shadow.

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Fifteen minutes later.

Following a map of the Lost City and the scent of the air, Ron came to a place that resembled an underground passage.

The wet pitch-black passage was covered with all kinds of gray-brown filth, and the feet made a 'crackling' sound when they stepped on it.

Overhead, patches of blue crystals for illumination, reflected Ron's calm face.

From time to time, the sound of dripping water came from the depths of the passage, and it felt very ethereal.

At intervals on both sides of the passage are closed wooden doors.

From time to time, you can hear the murmur of a cry coming from behind the door, or some strange seductive sound.

It's as if there's something appealing or a creature behind the door.

However, looking at the intense malice that spread out of the cracks in the wooden door, Ron didn't have any thoughts of paying attention to it at all.

The passage was straight and without any forks, and after about five minutes of walking through it, a hairless mouse corpse that looked like a large size gradually appeared in Ron's field of vision.

The corpses were very numerous, and there were marks of bites all over their bodies.

And in addition to these corpses, there are also some small white snakes scattered in the corners of the passage.

The body of the baby snake is covered with dense slender bone spurs, which looks very hideous.

Walking up to a small snake, Ron bent down to pick it up, not caring about the blood on it, he put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, and suddenly a wisp of invisible things was sucked into his nose.

And the attribute bar in his field of vision moved slightly.

Feeling the strong scent, Ron narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a look of intoxication.

"That's how it feels... Is this concentration of smell almost there?"

Throwing away the dead snake in his hand, the red eye mark on his forehead slowly dissipated like blood, and Ron's eyes seemed to be covered with a red film, forming a magnificent color similar to red amber.

His whole person's originally gloomy and indifferent temperament quickly became sharp and sharp under this change.

It had the feeling of the brunette woman in his head a long time ago.

Moving his lower limbs and feeling the current state of his body, Ron paused, and then the whole person disappeared in place with a 'boom'.

The scenery on both sides swept around him like thin lines that could not be seen clearly.

The howling wind blew his shoulder-length hair back and straightened it to the limit.

Virgil was the second person he had met so far who could sense the blood of a witch in him.

And compared to Richard, Virgil is clearly more in-depth.

Based on her brief conversation at the Prom, Ron believed that Virgil must have known a lot of secret information that he didn't know.

For example, the special scent on her body that enhances his physical fitness, such as the origin of the witch's blood, such as what Virgil called the ancient soul.

You know, the god of the labyrinth he encountered in the ancient tree of Skul also mentioned the phrase 'ancient spirits'.

These important secret information are related to his future road decisions.

So, either way, Ron had to find Virgil.

"It's coming!!"

As Ron ran, the scent grew stronger in the air.

In the distance, loud rumbling noises and the neighing of giant snakes could be faintly heard in the dark passages.

Just as Ron was concentrating on the rich scent in the air, suddenly, his running figure suddenly paused and stopped in an instant.

In front of him, the dark passage had vanished, and at the end of the passage was a huge lava lake that looked like a volcanic crater.

The magma lake emitted unimaginable light and heat, and in the soft sound of 'pop', the scorching air currents rushed towards him like ocean waves.

And above the lava lake, Virgil with a translucent body was hovering there.

She was surrounded by countless gigantic spiritualized stinging snakes, staring at the vague shadows on the other side of the magma lake with a look of fear.