144 Two impostors
The hustle and bustle faded away.
A group of "off-duty" demon apostles are in a relaxed mood under the temptation of entertainment.
Unexpectedly, some of them had fallen behind.
In the dimly lit tunnel, where the rock walls on both sides were lit by torches, the "knocked unconscious" Guy was about to collapse on the ground as soon as his legs went limp.
But then, his rolled eyes suddenly turned back to normal, and he stood up from a half-paralyzed state as soon as he pushed his arm against the wall next to him.
"The power of the devil ......"
Raising his palm and looking at it, "Guy" couldn't help but frown.
But in a few seconds, as if he had adapted, he lowered his arms and walked in the direction of the workshop, as if he had left something behind.
However, it doesn't look much different from before.
But if someone familiar looks closely, you will find that Guy at this time is completely different.
He was a young man of less than thirty years old, handsome, tall and strong, and his exuberant hormones made him a little out of character, and his eyes were usually more agile.
But now, that agile momentum has turned into a calm, as if in an instant, the mentality has matured for dozens of years.
However, this maturation did not last long.
In about three or four seconds, all the anomalous features on his surface dissipated, and even if his biological parents saw it, they probably couldn't recognize the difference between Guy and usual.
"Robin, Andy......"
As he walked towards the workshop, he thought about someone.
His own doubts were erased, but "Guy" did not hesitate to achieve his goals through some special means.
It wasn't working time, and the tunnel was deserted, so his footsteps became very loud.
Oddly enough, this movement would have frightened some of the rats raging in the tunnel, but now that he walked by, the rats ignored it entirely.
As if he didn't notice him.
Or rather, he has become a part of his surroundings!
A mouse, even unconsciously crawling up Guy's left leg, climbed onto his shoulder, was picked up by Guy and put aside, and was not frightened at all, but crawled somewhere else.
But Guy seems to have learned some information in the process.
So he paused as he walked towards the workshop, and then shifted his direction around the corner next to him.
Time passes slowly.
The Greedy Demon King's cave was not improvised, but it was clearly not a permanent location, and even the surfaces of the tunnels were not clean.
Rats, rat women, centipedes, beetles, moss, fungi, etc., the environment is very messy.
There was also a cold and damp smell in the air, and it was very dull because it was not ventilated.
Guy's footsteps paused for a moment, changing directions, and even swerving further and further, without torch lighting, the light became dimmer and darker, and finally it was pitch black.
He ignored it, and his speed was not affected in the slightest.
It wasn't until he reached another corner of the tunnel, and through the darkness he saw a fly lying on the rock wall, that his steps stopped.
The flies are just ordinary black-headed flies, which fall quietly in the cracks of the rock wall, looking very ordinary, and there is no special aura on their bodies.
But Guy's gaze paused on the little thing for more than ten seconds, as if he saw something special in it.
"My law of concealment."
He then made a judgment, but after a closer look, he overturned this conclusion.
"Not only the concealment method, but also the shadow of the Norse elven breathing technique......"
Muttering, he seemed a little surprised, so he looked away and continued on his feet.
As it passed, the ordinary fly, unresponsive to his presence.
As if I didn't see it.
So in the end, Guy successfully came to a dimly lit underground world where ordinary people could not distinguish the way forward with the naked eye.
The edge of the tunnel is a cliff-like protrusion, and further on, it is as if you see a dark void.
Below the void, as dark as an abyss, is a large canyon, and the faint sound of water flowing in the depths of the canyon sounds.
And Robin, the friend who made Guy "miss by heart", is standing on the edge of the cliff playing the flute at the moment.
Guy's footsteps were loud, but Robin, like the fly, didn't react to this, apparently not noticing the slightest movement.
But when he heard his flute, Guy was walking towards him, but he suddenly stopped.
The sound of the flute is clear, and it matches with the sound of the water below the canyon, ethereal and natural, and it seems to be one.
With the echo of the mountains and rocks emerging from the depths of the open environment, a wonderful rhythm was transmitted to every corner of the surroundings.
Guy stood still and didn't bother.
He could see what the other party was doing - summoning devil bugs.
From the name, the devil bug seems to be evil.
But this insect is actually harmless by nature, and it can even be said to be extremely docile.
They live in all kinds of dark corners, and they don't normally have any contact with humans at all.
The reason why it is called the devil bug is because the secretion of this bug can break through the barrier of space, so that a certain area of the human world is connected to hell.
In ancient times, this characteristic was often used by hellish beings who wanted to enter the human world but could not, and indirectly caused countless disasters.
That's why it's associated with the devil.
But what makes Guy care is not the act of summoning the devil bug, but the means by which "friend Robin" unfolds the summoning.
Using music itself to attract life in nature, rather than forcibly interfering with supernatural forces, is not the mainstream of the current world.
On the contrary, it was very popular in ancient times.
Those who know this skill now can count it on one hand in this world.
In a sense, it is an "endangered species" that is not usually encountered at all.
He listened quietly, his expression wistful.
Unfortunately, in less than half an hour, "friend Robin", who was standing on the edge of the cliff, ended the performance and turned to him.
Guy frowned unconsciously, a little dissatisfied with the shortness of the music.
However, he did not interfere with this, but allowed the other party to pass in front of him without noticing, and finally turned into the tunnel and disappeared from his sight.
Guy then looked at the edge of the cliff where Robin had been standing.
Stepping to the edge, he looked down.
His keen vision allowed him to see through the darkness that a swarm of knotted black bugs was slowly dispersing beside the stream at the bottom of the underground canyon.
They were obviously the listeners of the music just now, and now that the music is over, it can be over.
But the bugs left quickly, leaving behind the secretions they had left behind while listening to music, turning a rock near the stream dark.
"Induce labor?"
Guy thought to himself, "Use music to stimulate the emotions of the bugs?" ”
The Devil Worm does not secrete much, and under normal circumstances, it will take at least a year to open up a small area connected to hell.
But now, by looking at the color of the rock, he can discern that in three or four days, there will be an entrance to hell on the surface of the stone.
It's just that the scale and "quality" of this entrance don't seem to be large, and even if it is opened, it will only allow some miscellaneous soldiers to pass through at most.
What good can this be?
In particular, this place is also the lair of the Greedy Demon King......
He observed for more than ten minutes, but he didn't see anything else.
Confused, Guy returned the same way and eventually came to the apostles' accommodation underground.
"Knock knock—"
Knocking on a wooden door in one of the rooms in the area makes a clear noise.
"Who?" There was a dull response from within, the harsh accent of the memory friend Robin.
"It's me."
Guy's tone was dissatisfied, and his attitude was not at all different from before.
As if he were real.
"I said okay to go and relax together, why did you slip away in a blink of an eye?"
(End of chapter)