Slowly, even Xiaolan herself could smell the aroma of cooked meat.
Even though she was not hungry, Xiaolan still found the smell so tempting.
Therefore, seeing Baomu's determined look, Xiaolan felt a little more admiration in her heart.
The three of them walked some distance again.
"Ouch..." The Son of Light shouted in a low voice and poked his head out of Baomu's arms.
"It might have smelled it too," Baomu said briefly.
Xiaolan remembered something and asked Xiang Zhen, "By the way, what do the children of light eat?"
"Eat?" Ah Zhen raised his head and thought about this question, "My database doesn't say they need to eat. After all, they are children of light. They probably absorb solar energy."
Fortunately, as long as you are not interested in meat.
The three of them climbed over a small slope and had a panoramic view of everything under the slope.
The smell became stronger.
"There's a house there!"
Even if Ah Zhen didn't remind them, they all saw it.
In the quiet and dark depths of the jungle, a small brown wooden house was looming, hidden among clumps of calamus several meters high.
The three of them went downhill, and they could clearly feel that the closer they got to the cabin, the looser and more watery the soil under their feet became.
But I have to leave.
"The smell came from that wooden house." Baomu said.
"I smelled it too," Ah Zhen carefully pushed her hair behind her ears so as not to block her sight, "Xiaolan, did you smell it?"
"Ah? Hmm..."
Together with the Son of Light, four pairs of eyes looked alertly and vigilantly at the small wooden house surrounded by giant aquatic plants.
Xiaolan has never seen such a tall calamus. There are also thin yellow flowers on the top of the plant. Under the breeze, the yellow-green swaying is so swaying that it makes people's eyes look like flowers.
Baomu lowered his head and took a few glances, "This plant grew out of the mire."
The cabin is right in the center of the plant.
"Then this small wooden house..." A Zhen moved his feet, "is it also built on the mire?"
"Hey!" Xiaolan suddenly shouted, "Is there anyone there? Is there anyone inside?"
Baomu and Ah Zhen were shocked.
However, there was no sound of answering the door inside the wooden house.
"Shall we go in?" Baomu and Azhen looked at Xiaolan again.
Xiaolan felt that her pressure was increasing. She scratched the back of her head, gritted her teeth and said, "Come in."
Each previous level explains a truth to the players - if you just want to live and don't want to take risks, you will never find a way to win the game.
Of course, this cabin may indeed be a trap.
But so what?
After all, there are still two people claiming to protect themselves.
The three of them walked around the calamus bush and suddenly discovered that at the back of the cabin, there was a path paved with bluestones that led directly to the back of the cabin.
They stepped on the bluestone and walked towards the wooden house.
The tempting smell of barbecue is getting stronger and stronger.
There was a small window at the back of the cabin, but there was a gray curtain drawn on the inside of the window. The curtain was so tightly closed that the inside of the house could not be seen at all.
Xiaolan pushed the window and found that the window was fixed to the window frame and could not be opened.
The bandit behavior of smashing other people's windows is not very good either.
So the three of them walked around the house, which exuded the aroma of meat and ancient rotten wood, and walked towards the wooden door at the entrance.
The door is closed but unlocked.
Three ears were pressed against the damp door, listening carefully.
Even Baomu couldn't hear the movement inside the door.
But that aroma does come from here.
The Son of Light stared at them with his big eyes open.
"Come in?" Ah Zhen put his hand on the door.
It's all here, then...
"We must go in," Xiaolan said, "but we can't all go in, at least one person must stay outside to watch."
Ah Zhen glanced at their faces and said, "Then I'll be outside. I'll hold the door."
After completing the division of labor, Xiaolan gently pushed open the dark brown wooden door, which was covered in moss due to the humid air.
"squeak--"
The strong aroma proved Baomu's judgment that this was the source of the smell.
Through the narrow crack in the door, Xiaolan and Baomu observed the dim space.
It's empty inside.
Except for the gray curtain hanging in front of the window, there was nothing else in the room. The empty wooden walls were soaked with moisture. Looking at this desolate and calm everything, Xiaolan's first thought was death.
This wooden house seems to have been dead for many years.
Xiaolan looked behind the door and saw that there was no ambush.
This is really just an empty house.
Ah Zhen held the Son of Light in his arms and held the wooden door, a little worried, "Be careful."
The two stepped into the wooden house.
The footsteps made a dull sound on the wooden floor.
Seems safe.
Xiaolan glanced cautiously at the door again, making sure that Ah Zhen had tried his best to hold the door open as wide as possible, and then she took a few steps deeper into the wooden house with confidence.
"Can you smell the source of the smell?" Xiaolan asked Xiang Baomu.
Baomu was sniffing hard. Looking at Baomu's appearance, Xiaolan couldn't help but smile in her heart.
I don't know what I was expecting. This game space was originally unreasonable. Even if it was a wooden house that smelled like meat, it didn't seem to be a particularly strange existence.
There are only a few simple wooden beams on the roof. The dark wooden beams cross above the two people's heads, but they do not create blind spots in the line of sight.
It's truly a panoramic view.
"It seems like there's really nothing there." Xiaolan glanced around again, turned around and looked at Baomu.
Baomu's brows furrowed more and more tightly.
"No...it seems..."
"What's wrong?" Xiaolan and Ah Zhen at the door asked together.
"The smell is moving..." Baomu's pupils gradually dilated. He suddenly lowered his head and pointed at the door, "It's moving towards the door!"
It happened in an instant.
Before Baomu finished speaking and neither Xiaolan nor Ah Zhen realized what he meant, a pair of green hands suddenly shot out from behind Ah Zhen and grabbed his throat.
"Azhen!..."
Xiaolan saw the hands almost sinking into Ah Zhen's skin. Ah Zhen's face suddenly turned pale. Suddenly, Ah Zhen lost the strength to struggle.
Xiaolan rushed toward the door.
Ah Zhen's limp body was dragged away from the door by the green hands. At the same time, with a bang, the wooden door closed.
As soon as Xiaolan put her right hand out the door, she watched helplessly as Ah Zhen was dragged by those green hands into the center of the mire covered with calamus.
Shouts and door slams sounded at the same time.
What followed was a biting pain.
But the pain was very strange.
Xiaolan suddenly retracted her right hand and looked at the bleeding fingertips.
The tip of her middle finger was blurred and bright red, and Xiaolan gasped in pain.
The nail on my middle finger was squeezed off by the door that slammed shut.
Although it hurt, I didn't know why, but there was a sense of clarity in my mind.