The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Finding islands on the sea is not easy, and I am even ready for long-term combat.

However, the facts were much faster than I expected. In less than a day, the driver discovered islands similar to the forbidden area.

With my permission, the spacecraft landed steadily, got off the elevator, stepped onto this familiar land, took a deep breath, and could clearly feel the faint smell of sulfur in the air.

"The snapping turtle you are talking about is this group of volcanic islands?"

Simmons Locke moved his nose slightly, raising his eyes to look into the distance.

"Yes, Uncle" reached out his hand to the giant volcano in the distance: "That volcano is where he sleeps."

Simmons Lock gave a ‘um’, and walked forward with his hands behind his back. I took a few steps, caught up to his speed, and walked side by side with him.

Winding all the way through the forest, crossing the knees, climbing up, and then crossing a few streams full of hot lava, finally reaching the top of the volcano.

However, when I arrived near the crater, I didn't see the huge tortoise head. I stepped forward a few steps and came to the crater, facing the heat wave, looking inside.

The orange-yellow magma like golden water constantly gushes out bubbles. When the bubbles burst, hot magma droplets splash up, or splash on the rock wall, or melt into the magma.

However, looking around the entire crater, there was no trace of Antun's huge head.

Frowning, I shouted: "Antoun, this is An Xiaoyi. It is quite abrupt to visit, but please show up!"

After shouting several times, the crater was still calm as before.

Simmons Lock sighed and said, "Xiao Yi, stop making trouble, it's dangerous over there, come back!"

"Uncle, I didn't lie to you, Anthun is really in this volcano!"

"Okay, I believe you, but now he seems to be dormant, or let's visit another day!"

Simmons Lock persuaded me from a distance.

But based on his expression, I can be sure that he doesn't trust me, just intends to coax me back.

As long as I go back, this trip to Antuen will inevitably be abandoned halfway, even if I persist, it will not help, because at present, his strength is far stronger than mine, although he can't treat me like a little chicken. The same goes back, but as long as I hold my veins or lock my arms, I can only go back with him obediently-after all, he is Bai Yunying's uncle, I can't resist desperately. !

"Uncle, please give me some more time!" I didn't retreat at all, and continued to stop at the edge of the crater, shouting to Simmons Rock.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you another quarter of an hour. If the apostle named Antoun doesn't show up again after a quarter of an hour, you will go back obediently with me."

"A word is settled!"

Afterwards, I stood on the edge of the crater and jumped and jumped, yelled and screamed, and threw stones in it from time to time. In short, it was all sorts of noise, and I would not stop for a second.

However, Anthun seemed to fall into hibernation, and he lingered on showing up.

This silent response finally angered me, so I lifted a boulder larger than a block and threw it into the crater.

I lost seven or eight minutes in a row, but the fart didn't react.

Seeing that the last three minutes was up, I became furious and urinated at the crater to vent my last anger.

Simmons Locke, who was standing a few meters behind me, was amused by my unreasonable behavior. He sighed, "Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, you are really bad enough."

After a pee, I felt refreshed, and the suffocation in my heart finally vented out.

Looking at the time, there was one minute left, I snorted, and threw another handful of soil to the crater, then turned and left: "Go, Uncle, let's go back."

Simmons Locke smiled and shook his head, turned his back, and walked down the mountain one after the other. Before I made ten steps, the earth trembles suddenly.

"earthquake?"

Simmons Locke, who had a pretty smile, instantly turned ugly. He lowered his body and grabbed me at the same time, shouting: "Stand in place and don't move!"

Hearing this, I stopped my staggering footsteps, followed his way, lowered my body, and looked around.

The vibration is getting stronger and stronger, and the amplitude is getting bigger and bigger. Soon, the ground began to crack. The cracks expanded from the size of the little finger at the beginning to wider than the palm of the hand, and there is a tendency to continue to expand.

After observing Simmons Locke around him several times, he took a breath and said loudly: "This is probably not an earthquake, but a precursor to a volcanic eruption!"

"Volcano eruption?" I widened my horrified eyes: "That's not bad! Uncle, let's run away before the magma comes out!"

Unexpectedly, Simmons Rock shook his head and said: "You can't get away if you run, look over there."

Looking along his direction, he saw the crater of the volcano, where hot magma was continuously emerging, like boiling hot water, but more shocking than hot water.

Seeing the situation becoming more and more dangerous, Simmons Locke said decisively: "Quick! Find a higher position!"

I was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly realized: Yes, the best way to avoid magma is to occupy the highest terrain!

Looking around for a week, we quickly made a judgment and ran towards the relatively raised ground.

As soon as I got my foothold, I saw a torrent of hot magma swallowing the lower ground. In the process of swallowing, there were continuous large strands of magma pouring into the cracks in the ground.

The rift was like a huge bottomless mouth, swallowing magma with big mouths, but soon, more magma rushed in.

After a while, the cracked ground will be filled up, and the magma gushing out will cover it like a natural carpet. I believe that after the magma cools down, the ground will return to its former level again.

Feeling the surging heat, I was relieved with lingering fears: "Thanks to you, Uncle Gong."

Simmons Rock patted me on the back and said, "Take it as experience and lesson. Stay away from this kind of active crater in the future."

We were talking about our feelings for the rest of our lives. Suddenly, a roar like a beast remembered: "Don't throw stones, start peeing, right, you bastard!"

The roar was loud, resounding across the sky, and instantly shook Simmons Locke's body. I was even more unhelpful. I was so scared that I slipped and almost fell. Fortunately, my uncle’s eyes were quick and he grabbed my clothes and he was spared. .

After recovering, I glanced at Simmons Locke, and saw that his face was ugly, and his eyes were filled with deep horror.

After taking several deep breaths, he forced himself to calm down, looked solemnly towards the crater, and muttered, "There are really apostles living in the volcano!"

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