"Are there many monsters here?" Wang Hao asked.
"It's not that many. Monsters are generally concentrated on the eighth floor now. In the first few floors, fish that escape the net occasionally come up..." Halfway through, he lowered his voice and said, "Fuck, what kind of luck is this."
There was a tall figure in front of him, standing there motionless.
The tall blurry figure standing there did not continue to wait, but walked in with heavy steps, step by step.
This heavy footsteps did not sound like a living person, but like a stiff, cold corpse.
"Lou Ronggen, come on!" The fat man shivered and took a few steps back, sweating profusely.
He secretly complained in his heart. It was a rare occasion when he mustered up the courage to come here to pick up crystals, only to encounter a monster. Should he run away or shoot? If he ran away, he might not be able to escape his teammates because he was so fat.
!
He held up a small-caliber pistol and tried to shoot.
"Fuck you, uncle, prepare your looting equipment!" Lou Ronggen, the beggar, also trembled in his heart and cursed, "It was that little note that brought bad luck. You should go back as soon as possible!"
As he spoke, the tall black figure approached.
It had the face of a pig, a fat head and big ears. The yellow teeth in its big bloody mouth exuded a strong rotten smell, and its scarlet eyes stared at them. It held a bloody butcher knife in its hand.
, dark red blood fell to the ground drop by drop.
To be honest, Wang Hao... is actually not too scared.
Human life is only once, but now, one life only costs 100 yuan.
The various unknowns manifested by the incorporeal [illusion] made him a little panicked and helpless.
But a pig-headed man only has a scary appearance, like a drizzle. Having experienced strong winds and waves, I actually don’t have much feeling for these scary-looking creatures.
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Chapter completed!