The cold sunlight outside the door, the firelight inside the door were all jumping, and they pulled out spots and shadows on the walls. Zhou Zhongmou stood up and walked to the pile of things, very excited in his heart - although he had the idea that "since I have crossed this world, most of them also have humanoid soft girls and the like", but he was also prepared that the intelligent creatures here are a group of walking octopuses. And now, Zhou Zhongmou looked at the pile of yellow-white bones in front of him, and put down a big stone in his heart.

In front of him was the bones of the upper body of a "person", which were incomplete, basically Zhou Zhongmou looked at the lower body without a pelvis and thigh bones, which should have been dragged away by scavengers. And the remaining upper body is not complete, as far as Zhou Zhongmou can see, there is only a skull - there is still no jawbone, part of the vertebrae and scattered part of the ribs, as well as a shoulder blade and some arm bones, as for other finger bones and other small bones should be scattered in the ashes on the ground can not be distinguished. Zhou Zhongmou used the spearhead of his spear to stir these bones, which were very dry and did not have any residual soft tissue. "It's been a while, and it's almost like a human skull. Zhou Zhongmou, who squatted down, put his skull on the spearhead and put it on the side of the fire to look at it carefully.

"The ratio of the brow bone to the skull looks like a male skull on Earth, but it's hard to say here. But if it's a woman's skull, it's quite large and masculine-looking, and maybe it's a centaur? Just as Zhou Zhongmou was happily thinking about this bone, he saw the remnants of the scattered bones. It was a piece of rotten leather that had dried, and at first Zhou Zhongmou didn't see what it was, and finally after combining the place of the fall with the position of the vertebrae and ribs, he judged that it might be part of the leather armor, then he found some more rags, and finally Zhou Zhongmou found the real trophy in the ash and garbage all over the ground - a small leather bag that had been cracked and two things that were supposed to be weapons.

Inside the small belt were circular pieces of metal with partially corroded patterns. "This should be the currency of this world, but this material should be copper, and these two uncorroded ones should be silver coins, and this amount ratio should be the same as that of the earth, and the value of copper coins is lower than that of silver coins. Zhou Zhongmou poured the coins in the leather bag on the fur by the fire, and looked at the more than ten coins and made such a judgment. Then there are two weapons - one long and one short, both of which are connected to the sheath, looking at the handle and shape, it should be a dagger or something short, and the long one, "The length is almost one meter, but this width" Zhou Zhongmou glanced at the skull, "If you want to say that he is looking for death or is a master of art bold, he actually uses a stabbing sword, and it is a stabbing sword without a semicircular gauntlet."

Neither of these weapons could be pulled out, and in the end, Zhou Zhongmou used a flint knife removed from the spearhead to cut for a long time before cutting part of the scabbard. "It's completely rusted into one, no wonder it can't be pulled out" Zhou Zhongmou was a little disappointed, now these two metal weapons that were finally found were completely useless. It's just that Zhou Zhongmou is a little curious about where this corridor leads, there is already an ancient dead man at the entrance, so what will it be like to walk all the way along this corridor? Maybe there will be something that can be used? Zhou Zhongmou decided to go down and take a look after resting.

So after half a day, Zhou Zhongmou, who had eaten and drunk enough and prepared torches, began to walk along the road. He walked very carefully, after all, he used to see a lot of mechanisms on the road in movies and comics, and he didn't want to be stabbed to death by spears stabbed from the walls on both sides after stepping on it. However, there is no mechanism at all in this corridor, it is quite long and winding, and the air is not stale, and it has a feeling like a breeze. "Isn't there a cemetery in this place that is ventilated?" Zhou Zhongmou thought as he walked, the light of the torch was not as bright as the lamp on the earth, and the light emitted by the burning flame was sometimes bright and dim, but it was still able to illuminate a few meters around his body.

The road is not wide, the height seems to have remained unchanged about 1.8 meters, the widest part of the width is about 2 meters, and some places are only about 1.5 meters, from the feeling of footsteps, this road has a downward angle, but after about an hour of walking, it becomes horizontal again. Along the way, Zhou Zhongmou didn't find anything, and there was no fork in this road-"If there is a fork, Lao Tzu will go back immediately!" Just as he was muttering in his mouth, a change occurred.

It was barely clear in the firelight, but something must have attacked Zhou Zhongmou. All of a sudden, white smoke rose from the fur he was wearing and began to corrode at the same time. Zhou Zhongmou jumped back suddenly, and after widening the distance, he pushed the spear forward with his right hand, raising his vigilance and looking ahead. The attack came again, this time Zhou Zhongmou, who was prepared, dodged, looking at the white smoke rising from the ground, he looked at the direction of the attack - it was something like slimy sludge clinging to the ceiling and floor, these sludge looked like life, constantly squirming and moving towards Zhou Zhongmou's direction, and at the same time, after a certain period of time, some liquid was sprayed out of the sludge, these should be the corrosive liquid that attacked Zhou Zhongmou before.

"Is this a slime? Could this world be a fantasy world? Could it be slime mold?" These slimes' attacks are very slow, and the movement speed is also quite slow for Zhou Zhongmou, the problem is that Zhou Zhongmou inevitably began to turn his thoughts to other aspects after seeing these things, but the next moment, he began to attack these slow things in front of him. It didn't seem to be effective to stab the slimes like these sludges with a spear, but Zhou Zhongmou didn't have a big stick or other weapon to try to see what would happen with it—so he had to dodge the sludge and burn it with the torch in his hand. As long as you don't let the slimes' "saliva" extinguish the torches, the damage caused by the rising flames to the bodies of these mud is really powerful - the sludge dries out and shatters, and the slimes get smaller and smaller and begin to move into the darkness. At this time, Zhou Zhongmou didn't let go of these poor muds, he used an attitude of pouring boiling water on the ant's nest and followed the slow-moving slimes and burned them cruelly

The poor slime was all turned into powder on the ground, and Zhou Zhongmou also found the mechanism on the wall on the way to burn the sludge - it was a very camouflaged door, with the same pattern as the wall of the corridor, but the cracks still betrayed it due to the slime's access, and the result was that Zhou Zhongmou pried it open with a spear - of course, this door also made Zhou Zhongmou's spear die

Although the spear unfortunately became two sections when the door was opened, there was no mechanism behind the door, but a room with a cold wind blowing. Zhou Zhongmou took the torch and went in and found that the room was very small, about ten square meters, and there was a vent separated by an iron bar above the room, and there were wooden furniture in the room, but now it was rotten to the point of not being presentable. Zhou Zhongmou could only roughly estimate that the furniture was a bed, a small table, and a chair, but under the wall on the other side, a box had not yet decayed, and the iron bars on the box were even reflective. "Is this an RPG?