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Ghost Swamp, a place filled with stench.
The moonlight shone down, illuminating the terrain here clearly.
Rather than saying that this is a swamp, it is better to say that it is a huge cesspit... The swamp is filled with dark brown, sticky filth, which is constantly wriggling, steaming upwards, and fermenting a suffocating stench.
On the surface of the swamp, there are narrow mudstone paths. The trails are as intricate as blood vessels, intertwined and extended, and have no rules to follow, but they are the only way for players to pass through this place.
After the five players walked out of the mocking forest, they came to the edge of the swamp.
At this time, Uncle Waste Chai has put on the [Head of the Pessimist]. But seeing him stepping forward, coming to the front of the line, standing with his nose covered. After observing, he took off his helmet and took a look, then put it on again, and said in a loud voice: "When you wear this, a green translucent 'light path' will appear in front of your eyes."
"Well... then... walking along this light path that only Vocor believers can see, you should be able to pass through this swamp safely." Honghu continued.
"Ugh—" At this time, Atobe on the side finally reached the limit of patience... vomited. But there was nothing in his stomach, just a puddle of fluid.
"Hey... are you okay?" Honghu tilted his head and looked at him.
"Haha...haha..." Atobe gasped for a few moments, then made two "poofs", spat out a few traces of gastric juice sticking to his lips, and then replied, "Even if you vomit... it doesn't get better at all. I still feel so disgusted!"
"I advise you to learn to adapt as soon as possible..." Feng Bujue's cold voice sounded, "You will have to walk on the muddy path on the surface of the swamp in a while, then the smell in the surrounding air will be more intense." He snorted coldly, "Hmph... If you can't even bear this level, then you are in danger..."
"What... what danger?" Tianma Xingkong, who was standing beside Brother Jue, asked nervously.
"Isn't that obvious..." Feng Bujue turned his head and pointed at the swamp in front of him, "If you are caught by the stench, your concentration will drop, and your thinking and body will become dull. Then... what if during the walk, A slip of the foot..."
"Don't say such a horrible thing!" Atobe's expression changed drastically, and he roared angrily.
Hearing this, Tianma Xingkong's face turned ashen, and he murmured: "Damn it...as a hero, you must not die in this kind of place..."
"It's true...it's unimaginable..." Even Uncle Waste Chai muttered with a sullen face.
Honghu also said: "And in that case, I'm afraid no one will help... because it is likely to be pulled down together."
"Hehe... It seems that you have already recognized the danger of this poop swamp." Feng Bujue sneered, "That's right... what we are about to face right now... is one of the most terrifying forms of death in the world—drowning shit."
"You can't find the word in the dictionary, so you just said it out!" Atobe shouted, "Before... this place is obviously called 'Ghost Swamp'! Even if it's all shit, it's okay It's called Ghost Swamp!"
"Just take one wrong step..." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's complaints, and continued, "...it is an abyss that will never be restored." When he spoke, his expression was solemn, "If you accidentally fall, don't expect anyone to fall into it." Come to save you, I won’t reach out anyway.”
"This line is so heartless..." Uncle Waste Chai continued, "But I have to admit that I think so too..."
"Even if he climbed out of the swamp with his own strength, he would probably be abandoned by his teammates..." Feng Bujue continued.
"Don't worry about that, if you fall, I'll retreat..." Xiao Ma replied decisively.
Honghu adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "That's what I planned too."
"I won't fall." Uncle Waste Chai's temples were already dripping with cold sweat, "If I accidentally slip... I will forcefully retreat before I touch the shit surface."
"Tch... I wanted to quit two hours ago..." Atobe straightened his face and said with vacant eyes.
"Oh, that's right..." Feng Bujue seemed to think of something when he heard Atobe's words, he turned around, aimed at a place where no one was around, and struck out with both fists together.
"Hey, is this the third time you've done this action?" Honghu had a keen insight into what he said, "If I remember correctly... you will do this action every hour." He paused After a while, his eyes changed slightly, "What did you say about 'moving your muscles and bones'... Is it actually improving the level of a certain skill?"
"Okay... I was seen through by you." Feng Bujue replied blankly, "That's right, my move is the legendary unique skill, grabbing the [beep—] dragon claw hand. Hmph... Even if you kneel down and beg me , I won’t teach you either.”
"Who would believe it!" Honghu roared, "How could there be such an obscene move in this game! Even if there is... who else would learn it except you!"
"Okay, don't worry about these trivial matters." Brother Jue took the opportunity to change the subject, "There is still an hour before the time limit for completing the task...Since we took a shortcut, there is naturally plenty of time. No accidents If you do, you can cross this swamp and reach your destination within half an hour." His gaze swept across the crowd, "Everyone... with awe of drowning excrement, cheer up!"
"Well... In short, let's confirm the order of passing through the swamp first." Uncle Waste Chai replied, "Those mudstone paths are very narrow, we must walk on them in a single file." He patted his chest, "I will be responsible The head leads the way, and the order behind it is... "
"Let me break the back." Honghu continued, "My investigative specialization is not bad, and my field of vision is also wide. Standing behind can give you an overview of the whole situation, and you can also guard against long-distance attacks from all around."
"I'll follow Uncle Waste Chai." Tianma Xingkong said.
Hearing this, Atobu looked at Feng Bujue, "Then only the third and fourth are left. Do you want to walk in front of me or behind me?"
"I won't go with you." Feng Bujue gave an astonishing answer.
"What?" Everyone had the same reaction.
"You guys go first, I'm going to fully explore this swamp." Feng Bujue replied, "According to my many years of gaming experience, there are often several hidden treasures hidden in this kind of maze map where the environment is extremely harsh and people don't want to stay for a long time. An excellent item, probably in some remote cul-de-sac... I'm going to find them."
"Hey, hey... don't be joking." Uncle Waste Chai said, "The setting here is already obvious, right? Players can pass safely by following the route mapped out by [Skull of the Pessimist]. Other paths ... probably leading to a trap."
"Yeah... maybe as you walk, your feet will be empty, or you will be dragged down by something suddenly..." Honghu continued.
"I didn't intend to step on those paths." Feng Bujue shrugged, "I can walk in the air at a height of about one meter above the swamp." While speaking, he turned around and was ready to go, "If necessary, I can walk in the air." Standing in mid-air for a while. I can't... I can still walk on shit." He said, looking towards both ends of the swamp. "In short, as long as the soles of my feet are facing down, I will never fall. down."
"Well... If it were an ordinary person, I would probably persuade him a few words..." Honghu thought for a few seconds and replied, "But... if it's you, it's your own fault anyway, so I won't keep you."
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue smiled shyly, "You were still playing finger painting when I didn't lead Cheng Ying into the Black Dragon Pool."
"Huh?" Honghu showed an inexplicable expression.
Several other people also failed to understand the meaning of Brother Jue's words, they looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what was going on. It seems that people of their generation are relatively unfamiliar with DOS games, or else they would have recognized the action of [Wild Ball Fist] just now.
"Stop talking." Feng Bujue covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and leaned forward with a lunge, "You don't have to wait for me, just go in when you get to the Temple of Faith, and I will catch up."
After finishing speaking, Brother Jue kicked hard and left through the air.
I saw him stepping out one after another, keeping a height of more than one meter above the swamp, walking slowly like a dragonfly, gradually going away... RS
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