30-9=21
Saying goodbye to the pharmacist and starting again, Jenkins rolled the dice again and showed the number twelve, which was still above the average. Although [Stage of Destiny] expired after the puppet theater due to excessive stimulation, Jenkins' luck still looks good.
The length of the stone slabs on the streets of the ancient town is exaggerated. Basically, two stone slabs are the distance of a house. And because the buildings on the left and right sides are interspersed with each other instead of facing each other, each stone slab actually corresponds to a certain door.
After the third throw, Jenkins had walked nearly 40 buildings, very close to the next intersection on the street. He can even see that there is a T-junction next, and he can only choose to go diagonally to the right or diagonally to the left.
But after stopping this time, his right side is the wall of a certain building, which cannot be entered. On the left is a yard separated by a crooked fence. The inside is as dilapidated as the street, full of various messy things. Jenkins even saw a crooked chicken coop near the fence, but unfortunately there were only some bones inside, not the original creature.
"Is this an open space for the townspeople of this street to raise chickens?"
Jenkins thought.
He then looked around the yard and saw a well near the wall of the house next to the yard. The mouth of the well was covered by a big rock, and because the edge of the well was very low, the big rock almost blended with the ground.
After a moment of hesitation, Jenkins stepped into the gateless yard to the well. First, he sensed vaguely, and after confirming that there was no sense of danger, he carefully bent down and removed the large stone slab at the mouth of the well.
When only a crack was exposed at the mouth of the well, he immediately smelled a foul smell, like rotten eggs. And as the stench appeared, some green mosquitoes flew out of the well.
It was the first additional creature on the street that Jenkins came into contact with besides the old woman and the apothecary. These strange things were obviously not friendly, and after flying out of the wellhead in groups, they immediately rushed towards Jenkins.
But then flames burst from Jenkins' pores and burned the bugs clean. The worms did not completely disappear after being burned, but turned into some blood-red pus and dripped to the ground. Judging from the smoke on the ground, the consequences of being stung by these bugs would probably be serious.
The pus did not disappear on the ground, so Jenkins immediately thought of the containment potion he had just bought. But the containment potion was worth 9 dice, and these green mosquitoes were so weak that Jenkins was worried that they wouldn't be able to make 9 dice, so he hesitated and didn't use it.
After the mosquitoes were dealt with, we continued to move stones. Unexpectedly, this was not a dry well, and the well water almost rose to the edge of the well. The dark water of the well barely reflected Jenkins in the dim light of the surrounding moss and filth of the walls.
Then Reflection spoke:
"Do you crave blood? Do you crave power? How about..."
Slender, blood-red tentacles protruded from the well water, and the top of the tentacles resembled the front end of a blood collection device.
"Then let me set you free."
Jenkins said, reaching for the water, grabbing the solid substance and lifting it out of the water. It was a blistered whitish thing that looked like human skin, with tentacles extending from the back of the human skin.
Without giving this thing a chance to speak again, green light and golden light flickered in his hand together, the human skin screamed, and the tentacles behind his face immediately clung to Jenkins' arm.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't you want to know the secrets of this town?"
The way the human skin speaks is extremely strange.
"Of course I don't want to know."
Jenkins said, not caring about the black bruises left by the tentacles on his arms, he called out flames, and under the joint action of magical power, life force and flames, the human skin finally stopped moving.
This time without hesitation, he directly poured the containment potion on the human skin. The scorched yellow potion fell, dyeing the yellowed human skin blood red after leaving the water, and then the human skin began to tighten and shrink, leaving five blood red dice in Jenkins' hands.
"Oops, it's still a loss."
He said angrily.
With the disappearance of the human skin, the phantom of the well water also disappeared, revealing the real underground scene.
The well was not deep, and silt was piled up at the bottom of the well, giving off a more terrifying smell than the smell of rotten eggs just now.
Although wearing a monocle can't see the specific situation at the bottom of the well, there is obviously something at the bottom of the well.
Jenkins would not be so stupid as to jump into the well. He turned around and rummaged in the yard. He found the bamboo pole in the middle, a broken potter's wheel, a rope stained with mud, and a bucket missing two and a half boards. Come out, draw the hammer and hand saw in the form of my own drawing, and repair it a little with rough carpentry.
Afterwards, I rummaged through the bottom of the well with a bamboo pole, and then scraped up a pile of suspicious-looking rags from the bottom of the well with a bucket.
Under the ravages of time and water, most of the things can no longer be identified. What can be identified is a dry bone with many bones missing, and a blood collection bottle held by the hand bone of the dry bone. There were also two scattered dice and a bullet inside.
The dead bones and the blood collection bottle were nothing fancy, and the two dice were taken by Jenkins for himself. The bullets were not ordinary metal bullets either. The bullets were slender and had a strong yellow aura as a whole. Just the warhead itself is already considered a numbered item.
"Is this supposed to be yours?"
He asked about the bones on one side, but the other side had already died, so it was impossible to answer the question.
So the bullet was also taken away by Jenkins, but he buried the dead bones and the blood collection bottle together in the yard, so that Jenkins would not feel guilty about taking the other party's relics.
20+5+2=27
The rest of the things in the yard are all sundries, and the strange situation cannot be infinitely long, so Jenkins can't waste too much time. After dealing with the dead bones, start again. After throwing the dice, the number shows 7. Although the result this time is below the average, but fortunately the number 7 has exceeded the length of this street, and Jenkins can choose the next way.
Although the left and right roads are optional, but before Jenkins started walking, he leaned out and took a look. The road on the right was filled with blood-red mist, which looked quite suspicious. There was no fog on the road on the left, but in the darkness far from the street, one could barely see something blocking the middle of the road.
"Wouldn't the road on the left be a dead end road?"
Jenkins thought hesitantly, but finally chose to go left. The blood-red fog on the road on the right gave him a rather bad feeling, so he had to go left first for safety reasons.