Compared to the three caves that had been explored before, the fourth cave was even more silent.

It is precisely because of the dead silence that whether it is the wind blowing in, or the blades of grass blowing, or even the water droplets dripping from the damp stalagmites, they all seem to be magnified countless times, which makes people feel terrifying.

The demonic bats that lurked in them didn't seem to have the same vitality as the other caves, and although I didn't know where they were lurking, I could clearly feel the uneasiness that came from within—an instinct honed by suffering alone for so long.

Adjust your breathing, adjust the sound of panting and the speed of breathing to the weakest and best state, only in this case, any wind and grass can be known at the first time, and only in this way, will the damage be minimized.

With a slight footstep, the cushion of the cowhide shoes creaked against the gravel sand.

Anxiety always surrounds me, hovering over my head, like a heavy cloud, and the wind cannot be blown away.

Over here.. It's so quiet.

Cautiously continue to walk, his eyes narrowed slightly, carefully probing every bit of the ground, and everywhere he looked, it was clear.

Just about two meters ahead, a small dirt slope is slightly raised, although it seems to be well buried, but the color of the broken sand on the soil slope is lighter, and it is obvious that someone has touched it.

Frowning, I reached out and stabbed twice on the dirt slope, and then twice in other places, and immediately understood the mystery.

If I'm not mistaken, this is supposed to be a trap made of weeds and debris, and the sand on the surface of the soil, due to the lack of moisture cover, the surface has become dry, so the color will be much lighter, presumably this trap has been made for more than a day.

Moreover, when pierced with the tip of a Matthew knife, the soil layer was easily pierced, which undoubtedly proved that there was a trap underneath that had been dug up of the earth.

Saying.. This shouldn't be something created by the God of Creation, and the old man who can create such a ghostly underground city project shouldn't be bored to make such a crude trap that can be seen at a glance with a little attention.

What's under the trap?

I retracted my bigger and bigger brain hole, and kept my eyes on the trap an inch.

Could it be a Dark Arrow Poison Needle? Or is it just a corpse that has long since lost its life?

Lying on the edge of the trap, I sniffed a few times, but I didn't smell any peculiar smell.

Clapping my hands, I decided to use my sword to remove the camouflage from the trap and see what was going on underneath.

The tip of the knife was slowly inserted, and it didn't touch anything, it seemed that the position it was currently touching was empty, and with a twist of the wrist, with a slight force, it was lifted upward, and a sense of weight instantly entered my arm.

I didn't relax, I continued to exert my strength, picking up the object on the tip of the knife and slowly moving the position, and then adjusting the position of my body to avoid the place where the gap was removed, so as not to be in sudden danger.

In this way, little by little, I moved the position of the cover, and it took about ten minutes to completely remove the heavy cover and throw it on the ground. It was pitch black inside.

It's so dark. You can see a fart!

I couldn't help but complain, and suddenly, I remembered that there was a torch in the backpack that was extinguished by the demonized bat, and not only that, but the fire tools were also fully placed in the backpack, and it was not easy to make this black hole trap light up!

Lighting the torch and gently poking into the trap, at first glance, the scalp is numb: under the trap, although there are no corpses of poisoned arrows, there are dense bamboo poles that have been sharpened.

Once a creature falls here, unless there is an extremely high-level orc warrior, how can they use their flesh and skin to resist the existence of not being pierced!

What a vicious trap!

I think that if I hadn't paid attention just now and stepped on it carelessly, even if I didn't die, I would definitely be seriously injured.

The coolness instantly soaked his back, and the whole person shuddered, and an inexplicable anger rose.

Stand still and take a few deep breaths, the hands holding the torch and the sword no longer tremble.

Put out the flame on the torch, pin the torch to your side, suppress the fire, and go on, I want to see how many traps are waiting for me to step on.

This time, not only the ground, but also the rock wall, I would carefully observe it, for fear that I would be plotted against because I missed some mechanism.

After walking for more than 30 meters, I found a deep pit trap similar to the previous one at another location.

Just as I destroyed the trap, the demonized bat hiding in the corner finally couldn't bear the loneliness and flew straight at me.

Although I can't move, it doesn't mean it can hurt me, and my knife speed is several times faster than its flight speed.

If it weren't for its inexplicable ability to predict and adjust its posture at will in mid-air, I wouldn't mind challenging the hordes of demonized bats at all.

In such a small space, it is also a restriction on the demonized bat, and before it can spread its wings and fly away from my knife, it has already been cut down by me.

Sadly, it fell into the trap impartially, and happened to fall on a sharpened bamboo pole, and the sharp bamboo pole mercilessly pierced a large hole in its body.

Although it is not dead for a while, and it can still struggle desperately, it is just a grasshopper after autumn - it won't be long before it jumps.

Once I had done the demonized bat, I continued to go deeper.

After destroying two more pit traps in quick succession, I finally reached the end.

This end, unlike the previous ones, is not a portal to the fourteenth floor, but a small cavern with a small capacity, and some thick lines are faintly drawn on the rock wall of the cave.

Lighting the torch, the whole cave lit up instantly, and then the light source, I approached the blurred calligraphy and painting on the rock wall and looked over: it was a group of small people, prostrate on the ground, and in the direction of prostration, there was a person sitting on a stone chair, the appearance of this person was not clearly described, only that he was holding his arm up, holding an object similar to a staff in his hand, with his head facing forward, and the light.

Although the staff depicted on the screen was the same as a matchstick, I understood that it was supposed to be a symbol, something only for the supreme ruler, and that it should have the same effect as a beggar's dog-beating stick.

But what exactly is this magnificent stickman trying to express?

With this question in mind, I continued to look at several other images.

The next mural was even more simple and crude, and even blurry in some places, and I couldn't tell if it was a person or what.

But when I saw the third painting, I instantly understood the meaning of the second mural.