Passing through a long stone tunnel, the plain environment contrasts strongly with the front door. The carving of the gate adds a touch of delicacy to its glory, but the golden gate does not feel the luxurious atmosphere, only a sense of appropriateness. Upon closer inspection of the carvings on the door, I was pleasantly surprised. The mandala chart of Tibetan Buddhism is displayed on it, and the gods and Buddhas all follow their respective positions in the sky. A single golden color is like a rainbow under weak light changes, giving people a sense of solemnity as if its golden body has personally descended, so real.
An unknown emotion surged in my heart, and my hand slowly approached the door trembling. But just before the moment of contact, the divine Buddha seemed to be avoiding me, retreating backwards, and the door opened in response.
The high and unobstructed hall gives people a vast sense of comfort, with curtains hanging around the walls that give people an infinite sense of softness. Unlike the gate of Huang Chengcheng, there is no such magnificent feeling inside, but there is a hint of Yonghua's aura. The decoration, decorations, and the big bed all make people involuntarily relax their tense nerves... That big bed?
"Let's settle the matter now."
"Solved."
Looking at San Ma with a relaxed expression, she removed her veil from her face. Although it was not a stunning beauty, in my eyes, she was also a beauty above standard. But what shocked me even more was not that there were ten beauties on each side of the bed, each with their own unique attire and appearance, but the one in the middle... 'Person', I think he should be considered a human
A plain cloak, two white gloves, and a stone mask that could only cover the upper right half of Zhang's face. Besides, there is nothing else. But even more miraculously, those things were floating in the air! And it can also move! Did you really bump into a ghost in broad daylight? Did you run out of the hell you just passed by? I stared foolishly ahead, while my companion next to me cooperated and asked in a trembling voice, "So... he... I... who..." However, the logic behind Lehua's words was quite questionable.
The Night Demon Warrior immediately replied, "He is our great XXX Demon King. Don't look at him like this, there are eleven women next to him. Second and third mothers..." I only heard the Night Demon Warrior count them one by one, and at the same time, I also saw the dark cloud on Gina's face carrying him deepening with the number. "Twelve mothers, the names are easy to remember. Like us, they were all chosen by the Great Demon King himself."
"Stubborn bastard!" The warning like curse was still too late for anyone to react, and the Night Demon Hero was thrown out by Jina in the direction of the big bed in front of him.
Just before the Night Demon Hero collided with a pile of women, a cloth shoe blocked the Night Demon Hero's momentum out of thin air. When the poor man fainted on the ground for the third time, the shoes that were stuck in the air slowly retracted onto the bed. I think this is a gesture of curling up your feet, my goodness! This transparent person is wearing shoes!
"Really, the introduction belongs to the introduction, don't rush in. If you're so envious, the two of us have switched positions and done a good job." The elegant male voice seemed to be telling a helpless fact. But the woman next to the Great Demon King didn't pay much attention to his words, and the laughter became even more serious. A group of people bumped and bumped on the bed. Although two or three of them were half lying on the outermost edge of the bed and did not lean against the transparent person, the smile on their faces was not less than that of other women.
Now, it really makes me dumbfounded.
Sensing my loss of composure, I also heard from the voice of the Great Demon King, "What's wrong, stranger? Do you envy me? Divide it into one or two and use it well, anyway, I can't bear it for a long time. Really, who says the Great Demon King must do this or that? I have never read that book called 'The Demon King's Obligation' to regulate what I should do or say. And who says that I have to have countless imperial maids and be obsessed with millions of people to be called the Great Demon King? Stop making trouble, it hurts my waist to death..."
Listening to the transparent person's repeated complaints in front of me, I was momentarily pondering the meaning behind his words. The woman in the middle, on the other hand, was even closer to this poor man known as the XXX Demon King. I could almost imagine his bitter face, although the part of his face was only partially shielded by an expressionless stone mask.
Just in the figure of the transparent person... Hmm~That doesn't seem quite right. Anyway, just before the Great Demon King was about to be overwhelmed by women, the white gloves were dancing wildly in the air. "Enough! Enough! You guys stop for me first, at least let me know the purpose of this group of people coming here." The others then stopped for a moment and retreated. Only two people are still snuggling up against the Great Demon King.
At this moment, I also remembered my purpose of coming to this dungeon, and quickly took out the things that Wuruo had given me from my backpack. When I saw the relics of my old friend, my mood seemed to go back to the last moment, and sadness rose from the bottom of my heart. I held onto something and walked slowly forward, but after only a few steps, something that should have stayed obediently in my hand took off and flew into the hands of a woman holding out her hand next to the Great Demon King.
I don't have the mood to be surprised now. I just use four simple words to state a fact, nothing seems like death.
Silence rarely appeared in this group of people, everyone was quiet, even the Great Demon King pulled a woman against her back, and the woman gently stroked the part that should be her hair. Two white gloves were folded together, thumbs wrapped around each other, and a feeling of impatience spread.
"Do you only see Wuruo alone?" the Great Demon King asked in his deep voice.
I nodded, while the flower next to me spoke about the situation on my behalf.
The thumbs of two white gloves kept circling around, causing me to start worrying. Based on my rough assessment of the overall strength of the dungeon, if they plan to engage in a revenge war, it will definitely be another catastrophe. I also began to doubt whether my actions were right or wrong.
Waving aside the person beside me, the cloak spread out on the bed bulged up. I think this should be the transparent person standing up from the bed. Since I had just fallen into a state of tension, my heart rate reached its peak at this moment, as if it was about to jump out of my chest.
"Let's go! Banquet! Celebrate Wuruo's death well, hurry up and notify others to come and happily hold a banquet! Hahaha~"
Ah~What? What happened? I really can't react at all. I saw the Great Demon King get out of bed and lightly tap the fallen Night Demon Warrior with his foot, saying, "Hey! Get up now. If you don't wake up again, you won't have a chance to wake up in your lifetime."
Turning over, the Night Demon Hero stood straight as if he had nothing to do. The Great Demon King continued, "Go up to the thirteenth floor and come down to your aunt. Also, take the guests around the dungeon if they are interested. Anyway, it will take some time to prepare the banquet."
"Not good, it's tiring to walk. I've already gone up and down three times today," the Night Demon Hero complained exaggeratedly.
Turning around and waving his hand, the Great Demon King said, "Go borrow a carriage from the vegetable field. Don't say I mistreated you." As he spoke, the Great Demon King kept walking towards the bed and said to the women on the bed, "Let's go! There's a lot of preparation work for this kind of celebration. Notify the others to go."
"Oh! I got it."
Oh my goodness! Is this the same person as the man who suffered a lot just now? Why does the sound of speaking make people feel so much worse, and what needs to be done is even more puzzling to me. Is the popularity of Wuruo in the dungeon so poor? Does his death require everyone to hold a banquet to celebrate?
Watching the group disappear into different channels, the Night Demon Hero patted my shoulder and said, "Let's go! There's still some time before the banquet starts. If you're interested, let's take a leisurely ride in the carriage and explore the dungeon together."
As the Night Demons pass through what they call the "Mirror Corridor," it is actually just a pile of mirrors pieced together like walls on the corridor, leaving me with a strong sense of discomfort. It's like passing through a portal, the feeling of the body being broken down. But that discomfort is much stronger than passing through a portal.
Looking back at the mirror house that had just stepped out, if it was my first time here and there was no one leading the way, who could pass smoothly? This is not as described in the poetry of past minstrels, where as long as you reach the bottom, you can find the Great Demon King and defeat him. Regardless of whether we can defeat that transparent person, finding him alone is a big problem.
Amidst our wild thoughts, we arrived at the lower staircase where Lehua seemed to have the same question as me. She was the first to ask, "Aren't we going to the thirteenth floor? Why are we going down?"
"The Caitian person is on the 35th floor, so we need to borrow a carriage from her first. Otherwise, we will have to climb back and forth and add one and forty-two floors. Only when we are not exhausted can we have ghosts," said the Night Demon Hero lightly.
As I fell behind the team, a sudden sense of ominous flashed through my mind, but this inexplicable premonition was immediately answered. A bright sword blade was placed around my neck, and the attacker covered my mouth, intending to solve it in the shortest possible time.
Realizing that the blade was about to cut open my throat, I immediately pushed myself backwards in an attempt to gain more space to catch my breath. The faint sound was enough to remind my companions to pay attention, and I myself broke free from the constraints of the attackers. Jumping forward at the first moment, turning around and pulling out the weapon from the waist.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" The Night Demon Hero quickly stepped in front of me to stop the attackers, and I only then realized that they were two people. Well, I don't think it's right to say that they are human because they have many non-human characteristics, such as sharp ears and purple pupils. I think they should be semi fairies, because from various characteristics, they do not fully possess the appearance of the rumored fairies, nor are they exactly the same as the fairies I just saw fighting against ogres. They are a man and a woman, and the expression on their faces is the standard coldness that an assassin would possess.
"They are guests of the Great Demon King!" The Night Demon Xia's words seemed to soothe the faces of the two assassins. They put away the cheetah like preparatory movements and replaced them with a relaxed standing posture.
The male half demon who ambushed me in front of me retracted his short sword and said, "I'm sorry, guest. I was really sorry just now. I can't help but take a small step back when I see a stranger and I can't control myself..." Looking at his somewhat uncontrollable expression, I couldn't help but take a small step back. The female half fairy at the back immediately stood behind, gently embracing the male half fairy as if comforting him.
At this moment, Lehua approached and said, "It's okay, as long as there's nothing to do with people."
Hello! It's me who is in danger. But before he could express his complaint, Lehua smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Lehua, the White Wizard Lv10. They are my companions. What are your names?"
Once upon a time, we were attached to you? Sigh~I want to think about it, complain about it, but I really admire her ability to quickly establish a good relationship by confirming that the other person is not hostile. At least during the journey, we all saved a lot of trouble due to her.
The female half fairy looked at Lehua's kindness and smiled, saying, "Hello, my name is Mo Sha. He is called Wu Sha. They are all swordsmen Lv3." The female half fairy pointed to the male half fairy behind her.
Swordsman... Oh my god! A swordsman with just a basic level of professional development can silently touch my back. Is it because I am too bad or because they are too "unnamed".
The smiling Night Demon Xia walked up to the half fairy man and woman and said, "Haha! These two are the famous products of Dungeon City, Shadow Sisters and Brothers. Just like the meaning of 'last' and 'not' in their prefix words..." The Night Demon Xia lifted the hair of the half fairy woman and said, "Sister is called Mo Sha, and the hair on top is relatively long. As a younger brother, of course it's below..." Before he could finish speaking, the male half fairy punched the Night Demon Xia's nose bridge, making him crouch on the ground and unable to scream.
I stayed for a long time for the situation in front of me, and the Daredevil also touched his nose and scolded, "Son of a bitch, why do you want to hit me again?"
"I've always hated your introduction," said the half fairy displeased.
Just as the sparks between the two were about to burst out, Lehua beside him quickly pulled the topic apart. She pretended to say, "Wow~Mosha, Weisha, what a beautiful name. By the way, which 'sha' is it?"
"The killing of 'kill'." The siblings threw their cheerful demeanor aside and exchanged it for a gloomy expression to make a terrifying statement. "Hehe hehe, when you see that I haven't killed yet, you're lucky if I haven't died yet." "But when you see that I haven't killed yet, it's unfortunate."
This made me and my companions shiver, especially Lehua who was asking questions. She was full of embarrassment, changing various expressions and trying to make another change to the current situation.
Looking at the two siblings, Lehua forced a smile and said, "Oh! By the way! Actually, you look so handsome like Wusha. People who don't know really think you are the two sisters' eyebrows~~~" The tone changing voice came from the Night Demon Hero covering Lehua's mouth and dragging him backwards. With the wailing sound of Lehua, it's really hard to hear her words clearly.
However, the face that had not been killed had changed to the same as when we first met, and began to murmur softly, "The girl's childhood, childhood memories..." Mo Sha also angrily took a step forward and asked, "What did you just say?"
"Wow~Don't say it! She... she frowned... if it's okay, we'll have to leave first. That's it! Anyway... goodbye to that..." As soon as the Night Demon finished speaking, he gestured to me to leave. But Lehua still held onto his hand and dragged them away together. Seeing that the situation in front of us was not quite right, we just smiled awkwardly and immediately ran away in the footsteps of the Night Demon Hero. Leave the last and last half demon sisters in place.
"Let go of me!"
Just as she turned into the corner not far from the 35th floor staircase, Lehua was shouting and pulling away the hand that Night Demon Lord had grabbed on her chest. Looking at the disdainful expression on the Night Demon Xia's face, he lowered his head and looked at his right hand, grabbed it and said, "It's not that big, should I be a treasure?" This made me shake my head and smile bitterly.
"Don't mention these things yet," the Night Demon Xia attracted the attention of the whole audience and pointed at Lehua, saying, "You almost hung up just now, do you know?"
Lehua, who was covering his chest, asked the Night Demon Xia in confusion, "Why?" Indeed, this was also a question in my heart.
"Who told me that you just violated the taboo of not killing? I didn't even hear him start reciting the scary text. By the time he finishes reciting it, we will all have to report to the third level." Watching the Night Demon Hero point to the third level connected to hell, my doubts grew even more.
With a rare expression of deep contemplation, the Night Demon Xia held his chin and whispered, "If I remember correctly, I heard that she was once treated as a girl before she was killed..." The more the Night Demon Xia spoke, the lower his voice became. Later on, I couldn't hear the content of his words clearly, but I think the general meaning is definitely not a good thing. With such a past, no wonder emotions are so excited.
After pausing for a moment of thought, the Night Demon Scratched his head and shouted, "Ah~I don't want to! It's nothing to do with me anyway. Let's go! Let's go! The vegetable fields in the vegetable fields are just a way ahead, hurry up." He waved his hand recklessly, as if trying to wake everyone up, which helped us get back to our senses and hit the road.
I can't understand, I really can't understand. This incomprehensible matter has nothing to do with any logic, and is also disconnected from the so-called common sense. The mind is in a state of confusion, and the reason is unclear, making it difficult to understand. Also originating from the dungeon, there are three types of people, three personalities, and three expressions: Wuruo, Night Demon Warrior, and Unkilled. But why do they make me have the same illusion, as if they are printed from the same mold.
Celebrating Wuruo's death confuses me; I am puzzled by the process of turning the murderous intent into goodwill and then into anger; Even the behavior of many white eyed characters like Night Demon Hero still confuses me. But they seem to have the same elements in a subtle way, although they have created different personalities. Doubts, many unanswerable doubts erode my thinking; What kind of group is Duncheng?
A strong and unpleasant smell prevented me from thinking.
"Ah! Pig's mane, how did it come out?"
The voice of the Night Demon disturbed me and I looked up. A burly man with disheveled hair and unkempt edges. Just looking at the muscles in his arm, I unconsciously took two or three steps back. Rather than being hit by a fist driven by that steel like muscle, I would rather endure a hammer in vain than fight back.
When he raised his thick hands and brushed away his hair, it startled me. It turned out that the hair was a mane on his back... not right! What scared me was not that reason, but the race that was revered as a mountain god in the past - the mountain pig people - actually survived in the human world.
The mountain pig people are very different from the pig headed people. Although the two races have similar appearances, they are fundamentally different by 108000 miles. The pig headed person is not good at speech and behaves recklessly, while the evaluation given by people is no different from that of Warcraft, at best it is just a relatively large animal.
The mountain pig people are said to have lost their voice in the wrath of the gods due to their strong anti magic power. But their gentle personality and kind attitude make them willing to give for other real and living lives, but such behavior gives them more natural favor and respect given by other lives.
But according to rumors, they should have already been exterminated. For some unreasonable reasons, now we see their surviving figures in the dungeon.
Taking a sneak glance at the two wizards behind him, they both looked at the legendary mountain boar man with extremely indecent postures, their mouths open, dumbfounded. Because there is no doubt that the Mountain Pig Man is the natural enemy of the Magician. Although the Shanzhu people do not engage in proactive attacks or excessive counterattacks.
The Mountain Pig Man in front of him, as recorded, did not speak, but gestured with the Night Demon Hero. After watching for a while, the Night Demon Warrior said, "It's okay. They're the guests of the Great Demon King. We're going to borrow a car from Caitian, is she there?"
Watching the mountain pig pointing behind me, I followed the direction and saw a large field of vegetable cultivation in the artificial buildings of the dungeon. I thought there was nothing else that could stimulate me, but I was still stunned by the scenery in front of me. This kind of harmonious field scene actually appeared in the dungeon. Oh my goodness! What else is more magical
"Oh! Caitian, taking care of the vegetables again." The voice of the Night Demon reminded me of the fact that I was still alive. Watching him approach a woman by the field ridge, he greeted and spoke.
The woman who was originally squatting stood up and looked at the Night Demon Warrior walking towards her with a smile, saying, "Yes! Plants need to be taken good care of to grow well. On the contrary, it's you. Is there anything wrong?" She tied her brown long hair into two braids and casually hung it by her ear. Looking at those big eyes and sweet smiles, these are irresistible temptations for a man like me who has traveled for a long time, a taste called 'home'.
"The Demon King asked me to borrow the carriage," the Night Demon Xia pointed to us behind him and continued, "Take the guests around the dungeon and pick up Auntie on the 13th floor. We'll have a banquet later to celebrate Wuruo's death."
"Ah~! It's also called a carriage. It's clearly the sun carriage of Apollo, the sun god. Why do you all like to use names that are not called by it?" The Night Demon shrugged, and the woman could only weakly turn around and lead the way. We all followed suit. Walking to the edge of the field, I saw a very strange carriage by the wall... Hmm. There was no shed, no wheels, and it was floating in mid air. I only realized what kind of carriage could be used in dungeons, considering the stairs as nothing, and only the one in front of me, as mentioned in their conversation, should be the sun carriage used by the sun god.
As she walked to the carriage, the woman said, "RC-45, although it's an old model that Apollo eliminated and didn't use, has also had its armament dismantled. But it was all borrowed out of its good intentions that we were able to receive such favor."
"Yes, yes," the Night Demon replied indifferently, but after glancing at us, he immediately shifted his attention back to the main matter. "Is the solar stove above still broken?"
"Never mind! Apollo said that I am completely unfamiliar with the various functions and maintenance of the solar oven, and only know the most common way of use, so it has set a high coefficient standard safety value. When the self detection of the solar oven is lower than the safety value, it will be forced to shut down. After the shutdown, it can only be solved by contacting it. I am also preparing sacrifices, hoping to contact Apollo God through the altar within the next one or two days. Ah~If these small vegetables do not shine on the sun again, the harvest of this season will not be very pleasant. The grass downstairs is also the same, it is almost dry." The woman said helplessly.
"Apollo has just arrived, it seems that Minotalus came to find it. Sanma also helped you tell it that it will probably come and take a look when it has time," said the Night Demon with a cunning smile. But I clearly remember he didn't faint at that time, how did I know about this Can... sigh~No wonder he showed that expression.
"Oh~really, really!" The woman quickly grabbed her sleeve and polished a part of the outer shell of the Japanese car, shining it on her face. She loudly said, "Ah~that's really bad, my face is so dirty!" After looking at her clothes, she shouted, "Damn it! There's mud on the hem. What should I do? Ah! If I want to change clothes, I need to take out the sacred robe for the ritual first and tidy it up..."
As the woman muttered to herself and hurriedly left, the Night Demon Hero beside him shouted, "Be careful! Don't fall." Just as he finished speaking, he saw the woman fall into the field with a loud snap, making our necks shrink. But the woman immediately stood up as if nothing had happened, patted her clothes, and hurriedly left. I unconsciously met my companion Kayed with a bitter smile.
But now the question arises again, how will this old version of Sun God's Japanese car move? As soon as such a question came to my mind, the Night Demon Warrior immediately answered it for me. Looking in the direction he was walking, there was an old eight legged horse lying on the ground not far away Wait a moment, Eight legged Horse... Isn't that the legendary celestial horse under the constellation of Odin? How... how did it appear here... The dungeon is really full of strange and chaotic things