Barefoot Immortal knowingly nodded and said, "No rooms also an there’s nowhere to hide when pursued by ghosts. It seems the Eternal Hell is extrely dangerous; we must make thorough preparations to explore it."
"Yes, and we also need to consider the issue of potential lack of oxygen in that place, so let’s take several oxygen bottles to prevent suffocation."
"Forget the oxygen bottles; I have algae on my feet that can produce oxygen, enough for us to breathe."
"Barefoot, don’t talk nonsense. The Eternal Hell doesn’t have much light. How can you produce oxygen without photosynthesis?"
Barefoot Immortal chuckled and said, "Do you really think when I wear a hundred pairs of slly socks, the foot bacteria are doing inefficient anaerobic respiration? The foot odor produced by anaerobic respiration can’t keep up with my consumption. To tell the truth, my hundred pairs of socks not only block sunlight but also have evolved the algae on my feet into deep-sea algae that can perform photosynthesis without light."
"What?!" said ng Die, astonished at the idea of photosynthesis without light, "Is this still photosynthesis?"
"Actually, the photosynthesis of deep-sea algae relies on geothermal energy, whereas mine relies on foot heat, simply put, thermal power. Algae utilize heat to fix carbon dioxide and release oxygen."
Barefoot Immortal casually explained, and ng Die, grasping his aning, laughed and said, "You’re truly sothing, Barefoot Immortal; you’ve turned your feet into sothing impressive!"
"Of course, if I could’ve joined the national football team back in the day, wouldn’t I have led us to challenge the World Cup champions?"
ng Die was shocked by his words but decided to believe Barefoot Immortal for now, knowing that no one on the battlefield could withstand his foot odor, let alone those on the sports field.
"Besides the oxygen issue, we need so blood-stopping spray because Rosen’s face is all bloody in the video, indicating that place is dangerous and easy to get hurt."
Just as ng Die ntioned this, Barefoot Immortal already purchased a bunch of blood-stopping sprays online.
"You always act so quickly," praised ng Die.
After preparing enough supplies, they both entered the bathroom together.
ng Die said, "If the legends are true, then the mirror must be connected to Hell."
"Yes, we’ve seen the visions of Hell before. Now it’s ti to try crossing through the mirror."
And so.
After a while.
Two dazed figures appeared in the hallway.
Barefoot Immortal and ng Di strode with an unrecognizable gait, mumbling as if they were disabled.
Their souls were absorbed when they gazed into the mirror.
Now successfully in Hell, they discovered it was a pitch-black corridor without rooms, likely the Eternal Hell.
"This isn’t good; the suffocating feeling is strong!" ng Die noticed sothing was wrong and hurriedly said to Barefoot Immortal, "Quickly, let your algae release oxygen!"
Barefoot Immortal imdiately removed a hundred pairs of slly socks, and a large amount of oxygen was instantly released.
However, with it ca a large amount of thane and other combustible gases, aning if it encountered fire, an explosion might occur.
ng Die had no choice but to take out her cherished "poison gas mask" and wear it to filter the foot odor.
Nearly suffocating, Barefoot Immortal, put the hundred pairs of slly socks on his head, so the oxygen directly entered his lungs, cleansing his cells with pure oxygen, and refreshed him from suffocation.
Although temporarily escaping suffocation, another crisis soon erged.
"Look quickly, there’s a figure over there!" ng Die pointed to a direction and said.
Barefoot Immortal looked over but saw nothing in the dark.
ng Die anxiously added, "The figure is running towards us! This doesn’t look good!"
Although Barefoot Immortal hadn’t seen anything, he beca nervous, "Don’t frighten ! Where is the shadow?"
"Look closely, isn’t there a black silhouette, darker than darkness, running towards us?" ng Die reminded.
"Indeed, it seems there is a shadow running over!"
When Barefoot Immortal finally saw the shadow, it suddenly collided with him.
His clothes were instantly stained with blood, the scent pungent.
"Blood, it seems to be a severely injured living person!"
eting soone alive and not a ghost was reassuring.
They quickly tended to the person and asked, "How did you end up here?"
"I don’t know why I’m here either," Rosen said.
"Alright, have you seen anyone else here?" ng Die asked, hoping to learn of Rosen’s whereabouts.
"You two are the first living people I’ve t here," Rosen replied.
Disappointed, ng Die said, "It seems finding him in this Eternal Hell might be impossible."
Rosen imdiately asked, "You said this is Eternal Hell. What’s going on?"
"Don’t you know?" ng Die asked, "Then how did you get in?"
"I was just shaving in front of a mirror, and unexpectedly a pair of hands grabbed my beard and pulled through."
"Then, I found myself here."
Upon hearing Rosen’s story, ng Die said, "It seems your experience is just like ours."
Barefoot Immortal asked, "What’s with all the blood on your face?"
Rosen said, "I had just arrived, didn’t know where I was, got scared, and ran blindly, hitting my head and bleeding."
Barefoot Immortal heard this and quietly whispered to ng Di, "Could Rosen also be bleeding because he fell?"
ng Die softly replied, "It’s possible, but this person might not be human; could be a disguised ghost. We need to be cautious."
"Yes, I’ve been wary of him all along," replied Barefoot Immortal coldly.
Their voices were so low that Rosen couldn’t hear them.
Rosen said, "Since you’re here to find soone, you must leave after finding them, so we’re on the sa path."
Thinking more brains might help solve problems, he considered joining them.
"Alright, then just follow us, but this place is too dark, we can’t distinguish identities or locations easily, so I suggest keeping up a conversation to avoid getting separated."
ng Die’s suggestion got their agreent.
However, Rosen remained cautious of them, believing there were ghosts in Eternal Hell, and their sudden appearance was definitely suspicious.
"By the way, what’s your na? I’m Butterfly, and this is Long Legs."
ng Die introduced themselves, intentionally using code nas.
Rosen said, "I am Mona Lisa Shakespeare Jamaica Liao Ultraman Manhattan’s Big Feast!"
He said his na rapidly, making it sound fuzzy with repeated words.
ng Die’s expression changed, secretly thinking, "This person has an unusual aura even when speaking, evoking a hidden wave technique, and his na is so long. He must co from a powerful tribe; I’ve heard so tribes with extraordinarily long nas are very formidable!"
Although Rosen wasn’t aware of ng Die’s thoughts, he called out a grand na to intimidate, believing a longer na sounded imposing.
ng Die said, "Since your na is so long, I only rember the last five words; I’ll call you ’Big Feast.’ " As she said this, her mouth watered as she thought about not being able to have a feast in Hell, which made her sad.
"Alright, although my actual na is Mona Lisa Shakespeare Jamaica Liao Ultraman Manhattan’s Big Feast, it’s cumberso to say repeatedly, so you may call ’Big Feast,’ for convenience."
After Rosen finished speaking, ng Die, slightly dizzy, nodded and said, "Alright, no need to repeat it, I get it."
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