It is worth mentioning that the items that Jenkins placed on the ground lined up were all extraordinary items with faint auras before they were brought into the basement, which Jenkins can be sure of. But at this moment, they have a stronger aura, and even some of them are not inferior to the strength of numbered items.
Mr. Barnard once said that every treacherous world must have a way out, which means that this treacherous adventure has been so troublesome that it is impossible to survive without the help of the scene itself.
"What is the reason? Why is this strange situation so weird?"
Thinking of this, he took out the bottle from the pocket of his robe, the black umbilical cord quietly floating in the muddy yellow-gray **.
Jenkins narrowed his eyes, noticing the uneven breaks at the top and bottom of the umbilical cord...
"This is not a part of a complete umbilical cord, is it? It seems that the trouble is really not small."
boom boom boom~
He quickly retracted the bottle and looked at the wardrobe in the corner. It was the only thing in the basement that could be called furniture. In addition, there are some straws on the ground, and a few chairs with broken legs are piled up in the corner on the other side. The place is very empty.
[As a shelter, the basement is of course not absolutely safe, hehe~. And before you face external threats, you'd better deal with internal threats—there could be anything in the closet, and before you open it, cluck~ you'll never know what it is.]
The face on the alarm clock let out a weird laugh again, and a mental shock like sewage rushed towards Jenkins immediately. He didn't look at the alarm clock, ignored those distracting thoughts, prayed softly to the sage, and then drew the sage's holy emblem on his chest.
It wouldn't help, of course, but at least the routine allowed Jenkins to focus.
"Could it be anything?"
In his eyes, in that closet was a thick darkness like ink. No matter from any point of view, it is irrational to rashly open the door of the wardrobe.
But it's obviously not right to leave it alone. The knocking sound in the closet gradually became irritable, and at the same time the closet itself was shaking.
Gritting his teeth, he glanced at the unconscious professor, then stepped forward and used the poker held by the professor to open the wardrobe door.
Although there is a hanged male corpse hanging inside, although it is terrifying, it can only be regarded as an ordinary thing compared to Jenkins' imagination.
"I want... a woman..."
The dead body groaned, and the sound sounded like a mouthful of sticky phlegm stuck in its throat, making people want to rush up and punch him.
The dead body's desire is very straightforward, but unfortunately there is no woman it wants in the basement.
Jenkins was helpless for a while, so he stretched out his hand and wanted to close the closet door again, but he didn't expect that abscesses appeared on the corpse quickly, and the abscesses swelled into bubbles and burst within a breath. Concentrated water instantly splashed out of the closet.
Jenkins subconsciously took a big step back, which also made him lose the good opportunity to close the cabinet door. The thick water fell on the ground, quickly corroding everything it touched.
This is a terrible corrosive agent, and there are many potholes on the ground in an instant. But the good news is that the wardrobe itself is not affected by the ichor, otherwise a bad fight would inevitably begin.
He was hesitating whether to use the Holy Bone Sword to deal with it, but unexpectedly, the professor who had been lying on the ground suddenly jumped up, bounced off the ground as if stepping on a spring, and hit the cabinet directly.
He didn't intend to commit a suicide attack, but simply slammed his body against the half-open cabinet door. A hand with corpse spots stretched out from the cabinet to stop the professor's behavior, but the professor's strength was stronger than that of the corpse. Even though the left half of his arm had been corroded by pus, he could still shake the cabinet little by little during the wrestling. The door closes.
Jenkins glanced at the alarm clock at the door, it smiled and watched this scene, and didn't intend to speak. It seems that a trouble must be solved in order to get a chance to reduce the time, but simply finding trouble is not enough.
After the cabinet door was closed, due to an unknown reason, the corpse inside did not actively push the door out again. Jenkins hurried over to check on the professor's situation. His left arm had been corroded to the point where the bones could be seen due to the large amount of pus.
Along with the sound of barking, a stench came from the arm under the robe. Jenkins weighed it up and chose not to withhold the precious opportunity for treatment. He didn't treat it directly either. Instead, he used the blessed silver knife to deal with the corroded areas first, and then used the purification candle to burn it with the flame of the purification candle before activating [Essence of Life] to restore the professor's arm to its original appearance.
The professor seemed to be in a very bad state of mind. According to his description, he was trying to search for useful things in the room on the first floor, and then he was frightened by a large number of weird things. In the end, he only took the poker and left, but due to mental trauma, he still collapsed in the living room on the first floor.
When he regained consciousness, Jenkins had opened the closet door. The confused professor realized the seriousness of the matter, so he sacrificed his arm without hesitation and closed the closet.
"Actually, you don't have to do this. I can deal with that terrible corpse."
Jenkins thought about it in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud. After all, the professor really wanted to help him.
Although he was rescued, the professor has not recovered his combat effectiveness yet. His condition is still not good, he seems to be on the verge of coma and sober, and he may faint again at any time.
Jenkins whispered to the professor his guess about this strange situation, and the professor just kept nodding, but didn't comment.
Trouble would never give Jenkins another chance to rest, and he was trying to figure out what to do about his current troubles when there was a knock on the door. But this time it wasn't the corpse knocking on the closet door again, but the basement door knocking, and the alarm clock uttered the malicious words again:
[In this terrible doomsday, you are not the only ones who can survive, and besides the survivors, some weird and twisted things are also spying on the bodies and souls of mortals. Something knocked on the basement door, maybe it was good intentions or maybe it was malicious, of course, you can choose to ignore it.]
Choosing to ignore is the safest thing to do, but now Jenkins is eager to find events that will shorten the time. Encountering those events will definitely be dangerous, and how to balance danger and opportunity becomes crucial.