C15 (1/2)

”I can't, I really can't.”

The booklet looked like it had lost its soul. It mumbled to itself as it continued to move forward mechanically.

He was not a saint nor was he a Bodhisattva Guan Yin. If he could not even save himself, how could he save Gui Qi?!

What Zishu didn't know was that after he entered the cave, a person walked out from the fog. His entire body was shriveled up, as if he was a skeleton wrapped in a layer of skin.

”With a few brushes, the misty bug can't do anything to you.”

The man's voice was hoarse, as if he was rubbing his upper and lower jaw.

With that, the man turned and walked into the fog. The bug actually made a path for him, and there were no restless noises. Everything was very quiet, so quiet that there weren't even any footsteps.

In the cave, Fang Zishu walked for a long time without any signs of fatigue, until he heard a sound, whooshing sound. It was the sound of the wind, quickly moving through the narrow space.

”Fang Zishu, wake up. Do you want Gui Qi's death to become meaningless?!” There was a voice shouting in his heart.

At this moment, the biting cold wind caused Fang Zhoushu to shiver, and the hair on his exposed skin stood on end. At this moment, the biting cold wind caused Fang Zhoushu to shiver, and the hair on his exposed skin stood up, and the chaos in his heart was washed away.

”Gui Qi, I'm sorry.” Fang Zishu calmed himself down, and then suddenly said, ”I must continue on this path.”

Looking at his surroundings, the book calmly analyzed. Right now, it should be within the Ten Thousand Caves Mountain. There were many dark and deep holes leading to an unknown destination, or perhaps their destination was this cliff.

Looking down, it was pitch black, so he couldn't clearly see what was down there. He opened his backpack, took out a light stick, and threw it down. The dazzling light allowed him to clearly see the bottom of the cliff.

At a height of thirty meters, the bottom of the cliff was circular, as if a huge cylinder had hollowed out the middle part of it and then carved out numerous holes.

Chisel? The book discovered that these holes were not naturally formed by hydraulic erosion, but by hard granite instead of titanate. Otherwise, with such a large hollow in the middle, the summit of the Myriad Caves Mountain would have collapsed long ago.

There were still traces of manmade gouges on the granite. Based on the degree of destruction, these caves had existed for at least five hundred years. The erosion of the wind in this environment was very slow, so it was left undisturbed.

Before the fuel in the light stick had fully reacted, he found a vine as thick as an arm beside the cave entrance and slowly went down. Ten minutes later, he arrived at the bottom of the cliff.

With a kick, a crisp crunching sound could be heard. The prescription book twisted open another light bar and shone it under his feet. He discovered that he was stepping on a skull. The sound just now was that the skull had been crushed.

Shocked, the book thought of a possibility. He took out all the light rods from his backpack and threw them forward. The furthest one was thrown thirty meters away before it crashed into a cliff.

At this moment, the bottom of the cliff is illuminated and all the sights are in sight. It is densely packed … Even a human's skull couldn't help but feel numb from reading the recipe. A man's skull was less than a foot square with a diameter of 30 meters, making him look like he had at least 30,000 square feet.

Judging by the softness of his feet, he knew that this was only the first level. It was hard to imagine how many layers there were and how many bones.