After counting the harvest, Mo Wen and Wu Ren were not very satisfied.

After all, it's something that they paid for their lives, and it's just such a little, how can the two of them be willing?

In contrast, Su Zimu was very satisfied, he had a Qiankun Ring that he didn't have to worry about losing, and he also got the Heavenly Demon Pill that saved his life, and then the nameless sword technique.

It's no wonder that he is shallow-eyed, the key is that when he came, he didn't have much hope at all, and now what he got far exceeded his psychological expectations, so he naturally felt that he had gained a lot.

Mo Wen and Wu Ren are different, in the eyes of these two old fritters, the flying sword is the biggest gain.

But for the sake of such a small thing, he threw his life here, and if he had the opportunity to do it all over again and kill both of them, he would never come to this hellish place.

The effort and the gain are not proportional at all, and it is strange that the two of them can be willing.

Mo asked a few times to speak, wanting to ask for Luoxia Sword to Zhuang Qiuyi, but he was afraid of annoying this kid, so he had to swallow back the words that came to his mouth.

The most important thing is to grasp the proportions, and there is no good result in getting in.

There are also some messy gadgets, some dried herbs, refining ores, and shriveled inner pills, some of which I don't know, and some of which I can't even name.

He tried his best to help Su Zimu answer, and by the way, he said some common sense in the cultivation world.

Finally found a channel to understand this world, Su Zimu forgot the time and place, like a dry sponge, desperately absorbing these knowledge that belonged to the other world.

It wasn't until he found that Mo Wen's voice was getting lower and weaker that he suddenly realized that Mo Wen's time was running out.

And Wu Ren on the side has already passed away suddenly.

Su Zimu wanted to stop it, but there was a voice in his heart that told him not to do it.

He listened quietly until the faint sound stopped abruptly.

I don't know why, his heart suddenly became empty.

At the time when he was desperate with the corpse, his mind was on the corpse demon, and several people died in front of him one after another, but he didn't have any special feelings.

As for Mo and Wu, after everything was over, they slowly died in front of him, dying in a place where they only needed to stretch their arms to touch.

Su Zimu was silent for a moment, gently closed Mo Wen's eyes, and made a few dingdong sounds, and a soft and mournful tune with poor pitch played quietly.

With a song of Sky City, bidding farewell to Mo and Hao, who are difficult to define their relationship, Su Zimu got up and began to think about how to leave.

According to Mo Wen's statement before his death, this stone chamber is the center of the entire cave mansion, and he must be able to find a way out.

But Su Zimu has just learned a little common sense, whether he is cracking the formation or looking for a way, he is all a layman.

The secret room or something, it's so annoying!

Also, what is wrong with Wu Zhenren, even if he builds his residence at the bottom of the lake, it is as gloomy as the tomb, and he has been living in this kind of place, don't you feel depressed?

I've only been in for a few hours, and I'm already depressed, okay?

Forget it, I don't want to think so much, since the orthodox method doesn't work, then use his own method!

Having made up his mind, Su Zimu slammed his fist on the stone wall.

After dozens of punches in a row, he suddenly remembered that there was a flying sword in the ring!

It's so stupid to open the door stupidly, stupid to the home!

He took out the Luoxia Sword and inserted it into the stone wall with a light send, flipping his wrist and digging out a hole like a knife cut through tofu.

Leaving the stone room, Su Zimu walked through the intricate labyrinth, and with the map drawn on the wooden board, he finally found his way to come after two hours.

Sending the piece of jade into the groove, the heavy stone door slowly opened, and the surging torrent immediately erupted from the crack in the door, rushing the unsuspecting Su Da anchor upside down and flying out, flipping several heels in a row.

Su Zimu secretly screamed badly, brandished the Luoxia Sword, and dug a hole in the wall that was large enough to hold his cat ear.

Thinking about it, I felt that it was wrong, so I quickly dug a few shallow pits in the wall, climbed to a high place in three or two, dug a hole at the top of the hole, and prepared to hide in it.

Na Cheng wanted the top of the cave to be pitifully thin, but after three or five strokes, he actually dug through the bottom of the lake, and the water column as thick as an oil drum fell suddenly, smashing Su Zimu into the torrent.

Su Zimu couldn't help himself, he hit the wall for a while, knocked on the corner of the wall for a while, and it didn't take long for him to completely lose his direction, except for desperately looking for a chance to breathe, he didn't care about anything else, and the flying sword that had just arrived was almost lost.

When the water calmed down, he couldn't even tell the difference between up and down, left and right, let alone where he was.

At this time, he had been holding his breath for a long time, his chest was bursting as uncomfortable, and a thought was swirling in his mind: I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!

The first traverser to be drowned? That's not a big name!

Su Zimu repeatedly warned himself that he must be calm, but his life was at stake, how could he calm down?

He thought of the passages in martial arts novels where internal force replaces breathing, and immediately guided the true yuan in the dantian to swim all over the body.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, he felt that his chest was not so stuffy, opened his eyes and looked around, and suddenly saw a broken wooden door.

Finally distinguishing the top and bottom, Su Zimu was overjoyed, wielding the Luoxia Sword to dig the top of the cave, and a large piece of rubble fell into the water.

After digging for seven or eight meters in a row, he finally dug through the bottom of the lake, Su Zimu struggled to swim out of the hole, and a group of small silver fish panicked and swam away in fright.

He didn't know how long he had been holding it underwater, and the explosion sensation filled his chest again, and his brain was even more dizzy.

Su Zimu knew that victory was in front of him, staring at the sunlight shining on the lake, paddling with all his strength.

At the moment when he was about to faint, he finally heard a loud sound in his ears, like a heavenly sound.

A mouthful of turbid air was exhaled, fresh air was inhaled into the chest, the explosion sensation slowly subsided, and the vision returned to normal.

Su Zimu floated on the water with his big limbs open, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, drifting with the tide like a dying fish.

The catastrophe is not dead, this is the catastrophe of immortality, who would have thought that when he finally left, he could meet this and almost give away his life!

Thinking about it now, Mo Wen is right, the person who designed this ghost place didn't plan to let people go back the same way at all, and there was another way to leave.

As for the remaining two percent, it is natural that the pit people will be sent to death.

Also, I didn't understand why this place was so gloomy before, but this would be clear-headed, and the answer came out on its own - what Wu Zhenren, I'm afraid I've never lived here, this place was designed for other purposes from the beginning.

I heard before that Wu Zhenren fell into Mobei, which is equivalent to saying that the dried corpse at the bottom of the lake is not Wu Zhenren himself at all, it may be an unlucky person who came here to hunt for treasures, or it may be Wu Zhenren's enemy, or just someone.

All the clues are strung together, as for whether it is the truth or not, it doesn't matter!