It's the day...

Night...

Outside the city of Sichuan...

Somewhere in the mountains and forests...

Beyond the deep crypt ...

"What the fuck is alive... ”

Zhou Dao lay on the ground with palpitations, gasping incessantly, and was so tired that he foamed at the mouth. If you stick out your tongue again, it looks a bit like a pug.

"This place is not simple... ”

Chen Mozhu sighed, he was probably exhausted:

"We need more people. ”

The cute girl nodded obediently and said nothing.

After all...

Just now in this crypt, it was too thrilling.

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Here's a little bit of a pen...

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In the Crypt ...

Chen Mozhu took Zhou Dao and this lovely girl, they went deeper and deeper, although the road has always been very wide, but the size of this crypt is far beyond their imagination, as if they can't go to the end at all.

On the way, Zhou Dao once proposed to distinguish the direction by listening to the sound of the groundwater, but the sound of the water has always been far and near, without any change, as if they have been going around in circles.

In addition to using "Blood Hound", Chen Mozhu also often leaves some marks on the road. This proves that they didn't keep going in circles.

The terrain has always been sloping downward, that is, they have been going down, so they have at least a hundred feet deep underground, which is really weird.

What's even weirder is ...

"Bloodhound" has already locked on the Sanqi Snake, but it seems that it does not exist at all, and it has never been found. In the end, Chen Mozhu suspected that it was his mistake several times and locked the wrong target.

But "Bloodhound" can't be wrong with the smell of smell.

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I walked for a few hours.

It's afternoon.

Chen Mozhu was insensitive. But Zhou Dao and this lovely girl were both tired and hungry, and they couldn't walk at all.

Chen Mozhu felt that this was not the way, so he considered turning back.

But Zhou Dao insisted on resting in the crypt. It also makes sense that the uphill is much more difficult to walk than the downhill, although the downhill road hurts the knee.

It was then.

I don't know from which dim corner, it's like a flash flood, rushing out countless insects and poisonous snakes, although these little monsters have no cultivation, but they gather into a large group, it is also very terrifying.

As for poisonous insects, or poisonous snakes, Chen Mozhu is not afraid at all, his own toxicity is definitely greater than these small things.

But Zhou Dao and this lovely girl are afraid.

Especially this cute girl.

As soon as they saw these little bugs, they began to scream.

What's the matter?

Chen Mozhu and Zhou Dao had no choice but to do their best to block these things.

However, there is a constant flow of poisonous insects and snakes. After killing all waves, I don't know from which corner another wave will come out, which is simply unguardable.

That's at this time.

Chen Mozhu and Zhou Dao discovered a more fatal problem almost at the same time.

This crypt is almost an enclosed environment.

Among them, the ownerless emperor is not pitifully few, but not at all.

There's no emperor at all, can you believe it?

That's exactly what it is.

Driving away these monsters always requires the emperor's energy, and without the emperor's energy, nothing can be done.

So, Zhou Dao finally made up his mind to escape. Chen Mozhu stayed behind for a while, covering the former and this cute girl to escape first.

And in the process of escaping, I almost got lost several times, which was too dangerous.

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Back to the present ...

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"Let's go. ”

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"Go back to Sichuan City and make plans again. ”

Postscript:

The term "bloodhound".

The first time I came into contact with it, it was actually when I was playing the domestic stand-alone game "Ju Bang". At that time, there was a piece of equipment called the "Bloodhound".

However, about the "bloodhound", here is a popular science so as not to mislead readers.

Bloodhounds are native to Belgium. Also known as St. Huberthound, it is one of the oldest, purest and largest olfactory retrievers in the world. In the 8th century, it was bred as a hunting dog in Belgium and became known as the St. Hutte dog. Favored by the French royal family, the Saint-Huet was brought to England by King William in 1066, and after centuries, the English improved the breed to produce today's bloodhounds. With an indomitable and magical olfactory tracking ability, it has been proven that it can track even scents that are more than 14 days old. And set a record of 220 kilometers of continuous odor tracking. The evidence it found was used as evidence in court. The average lifespan of this dog is 10-12 years