Wang Hao looked at the fat man with some vigilance. He still understood the truth that trouble comes from words.
[False] This guy was very stingy. In his first reincarnation, he accidentally said "Paradise is fake" and then died inexplicably.
But this fat man actually said bad things without restraint!
Moreover, the other party seemed to have no worries. Not only was he not afraid, he even sat on the ground and picked up his nose leisurely.
"The information on the note is just a piece of fun for most people." Fatty said with some dejection: "The life in the paradise is so nourishing. Even if there is something hidden, no one wants to come back to us.
The original world."
"But having said that, after experiencing too much stimulation, the nerves gradually become numb. Only these ghost stories can stimulate people's hearts. And the bottom of the mine is indeed haunted. The second floor we are currently on is not bad.
As you go down, the haunting gets worse."
"If I go down a few floors, I should be able to pick up crystal stones again. Ha, ha, ha."
He had a sudden thought: "By the way, you also want to pick up crystal stones down there this time, or... take care of each other?"
"Anyway, only you can see the spar, so you don't have to worry about others robbing it. It would be good to have one more person to take care of it."
This fat guy actually initiated a team invitation!
Wang Hao couldn't help but suspect that this guy had "Stockholm Syndrome". After being beaten, he became more honest.
"Are you two going to explore the mine?" The old beggar who was eavesdropping and having the conversation in the first round also came over and said, "Count me in."
"Do you have that kind of note?" Lao Wang asked.
"No, I'm not interested in those things!"
It can be seen that the old beggar is really not interested in the note, he is only interested in riding people.
Wang Hao thought about it for a while, and since he didn't have any special clues now, he nodded in agreement.
…
The fat man’s name is Shi Dapeng. The last time he picked up the crystal was on the fourth floor, two months ago.
The old beggar’s name was Lou Ronggen. The last time he picked up the spar was on the fifth floor of the mine, which happened half a year ago.
As for Lao Wang himself, who calls himself "Lao Zhao", he feels that it is impossible for him to pick up the crystal stone, even if he reaches the eighth layer of the deepest layer.
"There are two types of monsters in the mines. The first type is physical, just like the ones we just saw. In fact, they are not too powerful."
"There is another kind that has no entity and usually just scares people." Lou Ronggen, the most experienced old beggar, introduced, "Like laughter and coughing, if you want to disturb your mind, the best way is,
Don't care, just pretend you didn't hear it."
Wang Hao asked again: "Have you ever heard of communication rooms, broadcasts and very narrow tunnels?"
"No...no. Even if there is, it's a matter of the seventh or eighth floor."
Lou Ronggen's expression changed and he whispered, "It is said that the exploration of the seventh floor has just been completed in the past few days, and someone found a colored crystal stone there!"
The fat man Shi Dapeng said with envy: "Colorful? It's so enviable. He doesn't need to worry about wishes in his whole life."
"This life is so exciting, a hundred times happier than the emperor."
"It's useless to be envious. Let's find the crystal as soon as possible and return to the paradise as soon as possible. Even if we pick up a white one, it'll be fine!"
Not long after, the security room arrived. The security guards here were armed with live ammunition to ensure the safety of the underground mine. Everyone was equipped with a small-caliber pistol, a day's food quota, and a bottle of water.
The control of firearms is not too strict here.
Since the crystals cannot be snatched and can only be held by oneself, the number of violent incidents is barely controllable.
"It's better to keep silent and make a fortune," said the beggar Lou Ronggen, "after all, some people just can't see others being kind."
"Even if there are three of us, whoever picks up the spar, there is no need to announce it, just know it yourself."
"Let's see... no matter who picks up the spar and returns to the paradise, it's okay to deliver some food to his buddies via courier, right? Giving some relief can be considered a form of comradeship."
"This plan is good."
Wang Hao listened to their discussion and glanced at the security room curiously. The security guards were heavily armed and seemed unwilling to pay attention to anyone.
There are no very obvious rules in the security room.
He received his supplies and deliberately asked: "Sir, is there only one colored crystal on the first floor?"
The security guard didn't reply.
On the contrary, Lou Ronggen quickly stopped him: "These security guards are ignoring you, don't talk to them."
"As for the issue of colored crystals, it seems that there is really only one on the first floor, but I can't be sure. After all, many people like to make a fortune in silence. Fatty, do you have any news?"
"I'm not sure. I also heard that people who pick up colored crystals... are all so... weird." Shi Dapeng tilted his head. As a conspiracy theory enthusiast, he especially likes to collect these strange rumors.
"Gah?" Wang Hao was a little surprised.
Shi Dapeng smiled "hehe": "Do you think it is possible to fulfill all wishes? What if the person who picked up the colored crystal wants to destroy the paradise, what if he wants to become God? What if he wants the entire universe? Want to be
Where is the Master of the Multiverse?”
"Are these wishes possible?"
"The paradise only needs the most precious colored crystals. Since you picked them up, they will be of no use to you."
Lou Ronggen said disdainfully: "Oh, you are just trying to get over the top. This all must mean 'almost all', which is limited to what humans can do. If you don't trust Paradise, why are you still picking up crystals?
"
Shi Dapeng curled his lips: "Do you think you have complete trust? How many old acquaintances are still alive? Aren't they all dead in some corner?"
"Le Yuan just doesn't like people who can't pick up crystal stones! If you can't pick them up, sooner or later you will die inexplicably."
Lou Ronggen was silent for a moment and did not speak.
…
When Wang Hao got into the black hole, a line of prompts appeared.
[When you reach the third floor, you feel a faint pain, as if something is taking over your body. A strange feeling rises from your heart, and you want to leave this ghost place immediately.]
It only takes a moment to pass through the darkness like mercury.
Just like a faint ripple passing through, the third underground floor is here.
It still looks like a mine, with stalactites hanging from above, faint lights hanging all around, and deep darkness beyond.
The sound of "tick-tick-tick" water drops is particularly harsh in the quiet environment.
At a glance, he still didn't see the so-called "spar", but only saw a red line, which was the so-called "safe zone".
After passing the safe period and groping in the darkness, the light is weakened to the limit.
Suddenly, Wang Hao heard a weak cough lingering in his ears.
"Cough, cough, cough."
This sound is like that of a consumptive patient in the hospital who is about to cough up blood, lingering in his ears.
"Did you hear the sound?"
"No, no." Shi Dapeng and Lou Longgen felt guilty when they thought that this place might be haunted.
"Am I the only one who heard it?"
It's not that Wang Hao is afraid, but he doesn't know how to complete [Main Mission: Seal the Moon of Illusion]. Is it to go deep into the eighth floor and pick up colorful crystal stones?
"Tap, tap, tap."
As the three of them groped, heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor.
From far to near.
The footsteps became heavier and heavier, and the invisible thing seemed to be coming behind him.
Wang Hao turned around.
Suddenly, he saw an expressionless little boy staring at him!
The other person was very short, about seven or eight years old, wearing a small suit and leather shoes, and just stood there with an expressionless face.
Wang Hao's heartstrings couldn't help but tighten. In the depressing and dark environment, with a child following behind him, even the most minded person couldn't help but hold his breath.
The next second he was about to take out the gun, the little boy suddenly disappeared again.
To be continued...