Lou Ronggen scornfully said, "Heh, that’s an overthinking ntality you have there. ’All’ surely ans ’almost all,’ limited only to what humans can achieve. If you don’t trust Paradise, why did you pick up the Crystal Stone?"
Shi Dapeng curled his lips and replied, "As if you trust it completely? How many of our old acquaintances are still alive? Didn’t they all die in so corner?"
"Paradise simply dislikes those who can’t find Crystal Stones! If you can’t find any, you’ll mysteriously end up dead sooner or later."
Lou Ronggen fell silent for a mont, not saying a word.
...
As Wang Hao entered the black opening, a line of text appeared.
[You’ve reached the third level and you feel a vague pain, as if sothing is taking over your body. A creepy sensation rises in your heart, making you want to leave this haunted place imdiately.]
The passage through the darkness, like navigating through rcury, was instantaneous.
Like piercing through a light ripple, the third level underground was reached.
It still resembled a mine, with stalactites hanging from above and lamps with faint light around, the far distance shrouded in deep darkness.
The sound of dripping water, "drip-drip," was particularly grating in the quiet environnt.
At a glance, he still did not see the so-called "Crystal Stone," just a red line that marked the "safe zone."
Stepping beyond the safe zone, groping in the darkness, where the light was extrely feeble.
Suddenly, Wang Hao heard a weak, powerless cough nearby.
"Cough, cough, cough."
The sound was like that of a tuberculosis patient about to cough up blood in a hospital.
"Did you guys hear that?"
"No, no." Rembering that this place might be haunted, both Shi Dapeng and Lou Longgen felt a chill.
"Am I the only one who heard it?"
Wang Hao wasn’t scared but completely unsure how to accomplish the [Main Mission: Seal the Moon of Illusion]. Was he supposed to go deeper into the eighth level, to find a colorful Crystal Stone?
"Step, step-step."
As the three groped about, heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor.
Drawing closer.
The footsteps beca heavier, and the invisible presence seed to be right behind him.
Wang Hao turned around.
In an instant, he saw a little boy with a blank expression staring at him!
The other party was quite short, about seven or eight years old, dressed in a small suit and leather shoes, standing there expressionlessly.
Wang Hao’s nerves tightened, and in the oppressive and dim environnt, having a child following him was enough to take anyone’s breath away, no matter how courageous they were.
Just as he was about to pull out a weapon, the little boy suddenly vanished.
No matter how wide he opened his eyes, he couldn’t see that "thing."
Suddenly!
The coughing sound loudly coughed twice more, as if trying to cough out its heart!
From close to far.
And then it completely disappeared.
Wang Hao frowned, his mind racing.
"What does this an, just scaring people intentionally?"
"Why do I feel like this little boy looks familiar?"
His pupils dilated slightly.
He rembered; this was Xiang Hao, the little boy "Dragon" had t during his growth!
"Comrade Xiang Hao should be dead. This is what he looked like as a child."
"And the ’Moon of Illusion’ has the ability to extract mories... All the doctors in Qingtian Hospital are infused with mories."
"If it’s ’Moon of Illusion’ doing this, what for?"
He also recalled the fact that there were no children in Paradise, and he got a bit confused for a mont.
Seeing him stop there, Lou Ronggen patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, buddy, buddy, don’t tell you’re scared silly? This is only the third level, it shouldn’t be too dangerous, just a bit too dark."
"Oh, oh!" Wang Hao quickly regained his senses, "I heard a voice."
"Don’t worry, everyone hears odd voices, but only they themselves can hear them. If it’s not too serious, it should be fine."
Wang Hao didn’t speak, remaining silent for a few steps forward.
At the spot where the "child" vanished, there was a long crack in the rocks.
Steeling himself, he reached out his hand, trying to feel inside the crack.
In fact, reaching into a black crack was a terrifying thing.
The fat man and the beggar watching had goosebumps, swallowing saliva continuously, fearing they might touch so centipede or scorpion.
But...
Wang Hao actually felt a piece of paper!
On the wax-yellow paper, a few words were written hastily.
[...If everyone were a Saint, success would be easily attained. It’s too greedy, and sacrifices indeed weaken it.]
[However, clearly, human nature is selfish, heroes are always the minority, and such a plan cannot be accomplished. Thus, our predecessors failed.]
[We ca here and anded the plan.]
[The soil of evil, letting its power extend might not be such a bad thing.]
Wang Hao’s brow furrowed at the cryptic words.
anwhile, the other two shouted excitedly.
"This, this, this... is definitely a genuine antique! If it’s a note left by past Explorers, a true antique, it could be worth millions, even tens of millions!"
Lou Ronggen lowered his voice with so helplessness, "Too bad, we need to find the Crystal Stone before we can return to Paradise."
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