The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Foraging is the basic behavior instinct of everything in the world.

The strong eating of the weak is also the most natural law of survival in this world.

All creatures, including little monsters, have the right to forage and hunt.

Only at the same time, as the hunted, we also have the right to hunt each other.

The so-called hunter and the hunted are just the difference between active and passive. As for identity and position, they can be changed at will.

Kicked the remains of the little monster that had been cut in half, stared at the black and red blood that was constantly being'swallowed' by the soil, thinking about it as a hunter just before, but in a blink of an eye it became a hunted one, and The corpse was on the spot, and I couldn't help sighing for a while.

After stepping past the corpse, he glanced towards the deep and dense forest and said lightly: "How far is it estimated?"

Aside, the long-haired man with a Chinese-style face carrying a fading backpack pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Less than two hundred meters."

"Very good" I nodded and smiled: "Just work harder, it's almost there."

"Yes!" Behind the long-haired man with the Chinese character face, a slightly handsome-looking man responded. At the same time, he sealed his hands and used magic, and the four demonized bat puppets more than half a meter long shook their wings. Running in four directions, he fluttered out.

In front of a tree less than two meters away from him, a thin and tall old man with white beard and hair rested on it, and every few minutes, he would pull out the plug of the water bladder held in his right hand and pour it out. Dark red liquid, this liquid is mellow and intoxicating, only one smell can confirm the aroma of fine wine.

With a soft sound of the'wave', the old man removed the wine pouch from his mouth, and before swallowing the mellow wine in his mouth, he first filled the wine pouch with a stopper. This was like a drug addict inhaling powdered medicine and taking a small sip of the wine slurry. Swallowing, without noticing a drop of dark red wine syrup, it slid down from the corner of his mouth and off his chin, falling onto the patchy shabby robe.

I don't know how many years this robe has been worn. Patches are all over, and the oil stains on the cuffs have long been integrated with the cuffs. I want to wash it, but I can't.

It was such a robe, but the old man was not willing to discard it, no matter how many times it was mended, no matter how many places it was damaged, no matter how many times it was mended, he kept wearing it.

Perhaps in his opinion, this robe is already like his skin, and it will never be replaced unless the day of death comes.

"Old man" I was idle, I stood beside him, took the wine pouch in his hand, took a sip, and handed it back. Then I looked at him up and down, and tentatively said: "When will you change your clothes? Come on, it's all broken like this."

No, when he passed the bush just now, the sleeve of his robe was cut by a sharp branch with a gap of more than three inches.

"Don't change, don't change" Taylor waved his hand with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't care about the broken sleeves.

"Do you want to make up again..."

Having said that, I paused and continued: "If you continue to sew like this, it will not take long. The main body of this robe will be all patches."

"No change, no change" Taylor shook his head, took a sip of the wine, and another drop of dark red wine syrup dripped on his chest.

"This robe is not heirloom... even if no one is willing to wear the heirloom" I didn't give up, and continued to persuade me: "Why don't you choose something decent and pass it to me? Anyway, I don't want this robe. Will wear it."

"Bunny boy" Taylor said leisurely: "Even if you want to wear it, I won't wear it for you. This robe will go into the soil with me in the future."

I am really helpless: "Do you have to be so persistent..."

Tyler ignored me and continued to drink.

I was overwhelmed by the old man’s attitude, and after holding back for a long time, three words popped out: "Stubborn old man!"

However, Father Taylor’s behavior also aroused my curiosity. What exactly is this robe and why it is so valued by him? Even the cleaning is done by himself, never with his hands...

"Xiao Yi" Yang Kui's voice sounded behind him.

I turned my head, looked at him panting slightly, and asked, "Is there a situation?"

Yang Ku nodded: "Twelve meters ahead, there is a monster in scales, almost the same as the one you hacked to death before."

"Yeah" I nodded: "Anything else?"

"Fifteen meters to the left, two monitor lizards are gnawing on the bodies of little monsters."

"Heh" I can't help but chuckle when I hear this. It's all deep into the dense forest, and I can still encounter things related to little monsters. This group of monsters with weak combat effectiveness is really ubiquitous.

"Anything else?" I asked again.

"It's gone" Yang Ku drank clear water and said lightly.

I waved my hand and said softly: "Let's go."

At the same time, he drew the Odachi and began to release the killing intent.

The road after that was not as dangerous as yesterday. No other griffins emerged, and even the little monsters that suddenly popped out to assassinate us have become rare, but they are giant wolves and monitor lizards, as well as a kind of scaly armor, like wild boars. There are more monsters.

But these can't stop our progress at all.

Finally, before dusk the next day, we came to the octagonal clearing.

I did not rush forward to explore, but announced that I would camp on the spot, raise the flames, and prepare dinner.

After dinner, I began to arrange the vigil sequence, four hours before Yang Gu, then changed to Godot, and finally me.

Lying in the tent, I began to imagine what might happen tomorrow.

In such a dense forest, an octagonal clearing suddenly appeared, saying there is no strangeness, who believes it?

Especially this dense forest has not been developed yet.

The strangeness of this is even more elusive.

If this matter is placed on the blue planet, it might be classified into the series of unsolved mysteries of the world and into the category of the crop circle.

"If it is really done by an alien, what are you going to do?" Odachi's voice interrupted my endless fantasy.

"Then it depends on whether the aliens are friendly" I said: "If it's not good for me, don't even think about it, cut him off!"

"You are really direct" Odachi laughed and said, "Although it is rude, I like it."

......

I chatted with Odachi, and fell asleep without knowing it.

"Xiao Yi, wake up soon!" Yang Ku's anxious voice came into my ears, awakening me.

I sat up in a daze, I instinctively felt my heart beating at twice the usual speed. I took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down. I glared at him: "What is it, panicking?"

Yang Gu said with a sad face, "Xiaoyi, we are surrounded."

Surrounded?

I sounded dumbfounded: "What is being surrounded?"

Seeing that Yang Ku's complexion was not good, he knew that he couldn't find any exact thing after asking, so he took the knife and walked out of the tent quickly.

The sky was still dark, and the sultry wind passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, licking my face.

In the dark night of the dense forest, countless sparks lit up densely, like stars in the night sky, but they flashed with greedy fierce light.

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