The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Yao Ji back then, General Zhao Zilong, seven in and seven out, he was brave and invincible. Today, I finally feel the refreshing feeling of seven in and seven out, but General Zilong is sought after by everyone, and I. ..... But it was feared by everyone.

I was very helpless, and finally figured out a cruel fact: seven in and seven out is just a rhetoric, the real key is to look at the face! In this world of judging faces, if you don't have the handsomeness of General Zhao Zilong, don't talk about the tens of thousands of people who will follow him.

When I came out of the cave again, most of the adventurers had already stood far away from the cave mouth, watching from a distance.

What I felt in their eyes was not a life-saving grace or a feeling of reconstruction, but a deep fear.

Ha ha......

I can only respond with a dry smile, and feel deeply sad for them: really a group of poor bugs poisoned by secular accidents.

Fortunately, not far away, Yula frowned slightly and walked towards me, with a reproachful tone: "Brother, why are you so embarrassed?"

I bared my teeth, showed a smile, and said, "The ghost-faced spiders are much more embarrassed than me."

Jura cut out and said, "Brother, your smile is really ugly."

I made a cut too, but didn't say anything, again showing an ‘ugly’ smile, brandishing a sword, and rushing towards the last cave.

As long as this is cleaned up, everything will be fine, but I don't know how Harold is fighting.

Without time to think, I once again entered the ghost face spider group.

This time the killing intent lasted much longer than the previous one, and the state was much stronger than before. I feel that I am a great endorsement at this moment!

But there is only one thing that makes me feel a little bit troubled—too many killings, a bit too much...

As long as you see eight legs in front of you, you must try to chop and cut it, no matter what species or type it is.

As for friendly and enemy forces...

Will it be a friendly army who has eight legs and can run around on the nineteenth floor?

I bared my teeth in disdain, and directly dispelled the possibility: Just kidding, besides ghost-faced spiders, what else has eight legs at this level? Could there be octopuses?

I was slashing thorns and thorns all the way, while killing, I once again enjoyed invincibility!

Ah...Invincible, how lonely it is!

Ah...Invincible, how empty it is!

While hacking and killing, while humming an unwritten little song, I once again...killed and got lost.

Looking around, there is another circle of strange caves.

Huh?

Where is this?

I fell into dizzy mode again.

Trying to use the previous ear listening method, but there was no sound of fighting, and then I suddenly realized that this is the last cave I cleaned.

I'll go, how can I go back?

When I was in confusion, my eyes suddenly swept to a few coins on the ground, and a flash of inspiration: Yes, I can go back in the direction of the coins!

I slapped my forehead sharply, and sighed in my heart: Why am I so stupid, I forgot even this method, and...Is it also scattered all over the caves I killed before? Coins that didn't have time to pick up!

When I think of this, not only does my heart hurt, but the flesh starts to hurt. That's all money...

I kept walking back, bending over to collect money, like a hard-working scavenger.

So, not long after, in my life credo, in addition to "count the money and get cramps, sleep until you wake up naturally", another standard of happiness was added: the waist and legs hurt when I pick up the money.

In this way, I kept bending—straight waist—bend waist—straight waist, and walked for almost a hundred meters. Finally, at the end of the cave, I once again saw a strange and familiar adventurer, who belonged to me. Temporary teammates.

what! Although they still have a hypocritical look, and their eyes are always showing fear and alert when they look at me, all this does not hinder my desire and expectation of returning to the team.

With my arms outstretched, I plan to return to the team as a homing bird, but—

Oh damn? Why is there another ghost face spider? Huh? It looks a little different, what is this?

In a cave on the side, four or five steps away from me, one after another four or five white-lined, waist-high spiders crawled.

These spiders look weird, and all of them have their teeth and claws. At first glance, they are extremely awkward.

I frowned, and the arm holding the knife trembled again. In my heart, a voice that I had never heard before, but was very familiar, sounded: I'll say it after I cut it, and I'll say it after I cut it.

Finally, I raised the sword and killed the white spider that was crawling.

This spider looks very twisted, and its movements are slightly more flexible than other ghost-faced spiders. However, it still can't escape the speed of my swinging sword, and it can't hold my sword.

Huh huh!

A few cold lights flashed, and several awkward ghost-faced spiders all turned into fragments and scattered on the ground.

Fragments?

what happened?

I was puzzled. In the distance, a cold light suddenly appeared, whoosh whoosh! There were a few rapid noises, and several bright spots continued to zoom in from far to near.

My pupils shrank suddenly: it turned out to be a few shimmering arrows!

Right now, an ominous thought arose in my mind: Is there an enemy coming?

My body twisted, and a few arrows passed by, slashing my clothes. Fortunately, it didn't hurt my skin.

I was secretly rejoicing that three more arrows followed closely. These three arrows were stronger and faster than the previous ones, and they were coming in a flash like a meteor rushing to the moon.

With a violent swing of the wrist, the sword flashed, and two of the arrows turned into nothingness in the imaginary light of the lines. I was shocked, and once again I had a new understanding of the power of this combat technique.

Then, with his left arm stretched out, relying on his own agility and the defensive power of the handguard, he accurately grasped the arrow firmly in his hand, and then folds hard.

There was no cracking sound as expected, but a short bursting sound, screaming in my ears.

There was a shock from the guard, forcing me to spread out my five fingers, and a white light lit up between the fingers, and then a weak momentum came, like a breeze, blowing on my face.

Humph!

With a cold snort, my eyes showed fierce light, and I rushed in the direction where the quasi arrow flew.

In my heart, the enemy has only one end: death!

With a strong killing intent, he hurriedly arrived, like a fierce tiger and a wolf, pounced straight away, and an archer flashed out.

The archer was horrified, as if he had never expected that I could avoid his arrows.

Seeing his sluggish expression, I smiled cruelly: That's good, dying in horror is a kind of punishment!

Thinking about it, the blade flashed and went straight to the archer's throat.

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