He was a bit envious, yet he didn’t harbor any jealousy.
Because in this world, Crystal Stones were the most important.
These "notes," for those who liked them, were very cherished. For those who didn’t, they held no aning. They couldn’t be eaten or played with, only looked at. What was the point?
Wang Hao carefully hid the note, his mind racing with thoughts.
(What does this an? Why did I find this note? Wasn’t the little boy just now under the control of "Delusion"? Am I different from the others? Why did he find precisely?)
These questions swirled in his mind, unanswered.
"The writer of the note, who is he?" he asked, taking a deep breath.
Lou Ronggen said, "He is an Explorer nad Xiang Hao who was quite famous over twenty years ago... He went into the eighth level and never returned."
"He really was a very special, very strange person. Put it this way, most of us are like those who resign themselves to degradation in the sewers, while he was the type who wanted to change the eating habits of the vermin... Although it was impossible for him to succeed, right?"
At this, Lou Ronggen laughed at himself.
"He may have known what exactly Paradise was but dared not reveal it. You should understand, compared to the world outside, Paradise is not much different from Heaven—no need to worry about dying from touching any bizarre Rule... Alas, who knows what happened to make the outside world turn out this way..."
Wang Hao asked again, "Didn’t you say that a lot of your old acquaintances have died? How did they die?"
"Ah, they all died from indulging excessively, getting diseases like diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease—modern dicine has a hard ti curing these completely. Of course, there’s also a way to heal; that is by collecting Crystal Stones and using Desires for treatnt."
"To have Desires, you need to go down into the mines, so they died... Going down into the mines indeed results in death."
Then he heard the chubby Shi Dapeng suddenly say in a low voice, "I rember sothing. Those who find such notes, especially those left by Xiang Hao, might encounter bad luck. It’s better..."
He paused, "It’s better to turn back imdiately and return to Paradise. Otherwise, you might encounter misfortune, so kind of accident."
The two teammates instinctively changed their expressions and stepped back.
Heading down into the mines could be done at any ti; life, however, only ca once. If the rumors were true, it would not end well.
Wang Hao rolled his eyes secretly. Turning back the way he had co was, of course, impossible, because his character was never capable of finding Crystal Stones, nor was it possible for him to return to Paradise.
And besides, it wasn’t possible to just hide in a safe zone while playing a Ga.
He could only take the risk!
As for the moral character and personal qualities of these two teammates, he naturally didn’t hold high expectations.
If the temporary team disbanded, so be it.
(If this rumor is true, it ans that after Xiang Hao, who has died, passed on the information, I have been targeted by "Delusion".)
(But if I die, I die. With a Ga of this difficulty, how can I get information without dying a few tis?)
He casually said, "I can move alone... You guys can go back first. Since we’ve co this far, I’ll look around so more."
"How about... we keep going? If it really doesn’t work out, we can go back then." The beggar Lou Ronggen broke the silence after a mont, trying to smooth things over. He had to reach at least the fifth level to find Crystal Stones.
He couldn’t give up after coming down here with so much courage.
He was too eager to return to Paradise.
But after searching for a long ti, on the third level, they found nothing.
The third level was actually quite large, with many crevices, but without any clues, Wang Hao couldn’t find any more notes.
The little boy did not appear again.
...
The group gritted their teeth and arrived at the fourth floor.
It was the sa pitch-black entrance, seemingly shrouded by a layer of rcury-like darkness that enveloped the surrounding space.
As they crossed through the darkness, another line of prompts popped up.
[Fourth floor, you’ve arrived. You feel a faint pain, as sothing is beginning to take over your body. A bizarre sensation rises in your heart, making you desperate to leave this damned place imdiately.]
The adjectives in this sentence had subtly changed.
Wang Hao, with his artistic skill and boldness, moved to the front, treading lightly then heavily on the narrow path of the cave, occasionally surrounded by "hee hee" laughter echoing in his ears, which, coupled with the oppressive darkness, gave him the creeps.
Eventually, he had no choice but to turn down the volu on his helt.
Many horror gas are like that; without sound, they lose sothing.
The fat man and the beggar followed closely behind him.
"In this place, the auditory hallucinations will beco more severe, and real monsters will appear," the beggar Lou Ronggen, clutching a small-caliber handgun with a pale face, said, "Last year, I was attacked by so horror bugs here, those bugs were like centipedes but larger than a person!"
"Fortunately, I managed to escape..."
"Are there many monsters here?" Wang Hao asked.
"Not too many, most of the monsters are concentrated on the eighth floor. The first few floors only occasionally have a few that slip through..." He paused mid-sentence, voice dropping, "Damn, what kind of luck is this?"
Ahead stood a tall figure, not moving an inch.
The tall, blurry figure did not continue to wait but took one step, then another, with heavy footsteps.
The heavy footfalls did not sound like they were made by a living person but rather by a stiff, cold corpse.
"Lou Ronggen, go for it!" The fat man shuddered and stepped back, sweating profusely.
He inwardly cursed his luck; it was rare for him to muster the courage to co here to collect Crystal Stones, and now he’d encountered a monster. Should he run or open fire? If he ran, with all his fat, he might not even outpace his teammates!
Holding the small-caliber handgun, he tried to brace himself for shooting.
"Damn it, get ready to open fire and equip!" Lou Ronggen also trembled and cursed, "It’s that damned little piece of paper that brought the bad luck, should have gone back earlier!"
In the ti it took to speak, the tall dark figure drew closer.
It had the face of a pig, with big ears, and a gaping mouth full of yellow teeth oozing with a strong stench of decay. Its bloodshot eyes were fixed on them. In its hand was a blood-dripping cleaver, with dark red blood dripping drop by drop onto the ground.
To be honest, Wang Hao... wasn’t really scared.
A person’s life only cos around once, but now, a life was just a hundred bucks.
The intangible "Delusions" and their various unknowns felt a bit panic-inducing and helpless.
But just a pig-headed man, it was just frightening in appearance, just a drizzle. Having been through rough seas, he didn’t really feel much about these scary-looking creatures.
...
(Last day, asking for a monthly ticket! Please, everyone! At 3000 monthly tickets, I can draw a prize and have a al on Crazy Thursday.)
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