Chapter 47 Meeting a Long-Haired Man

After destroying the puppet, a dark purple stone fell to the ground, making a crisp impact sound.

amethyst?

My eyes lit up, and I quickly picked up the stone, held it in the palm of my hand, picked it up between two fingers, and shined it at the light on the ceiling of the hall.

Feeling the soft and diffuse purple light, I felt happy all over.

Purple gemstone, this is a good thing, one of the rare materials in the dungeon that can be used to enchant weapons.

Needless to say, it is practical, and its price is also extremely expensive.

Filled with joy, he stuffed the purple gem into the cowhide of his left arm. He held the knight's sword in one hand and the dagger in the other. He looked around, but still didn't find any portal.

He picked up the brown paper suspiciously and read it up and down twice.

That's right, the portal will appear if you kill the guard.

Could it be that the puppet is just a little guy taking the lead, and the really awesome guards are still behind?

I thought in horror.

The wall behind me suddenly trembled. I turned around and took a closer look. On the smooth wall, countless small cracks suddenly appeared, which were exactly the same as the floor tiles just now!

I wipe it, come back!

I almost collapsed, sighed helplessly, held the sword with both hands, and nervously looked at the gradually increasing cracks.

A big hole was broken into the wall, and no monster appeared. There was only a slowly rotating black vortex, which was the portal.

I exhaled, relaxed, placed the brown paper squarely on the stone table, prayed for the next unlucky person, walked into it, and disappeared.

My eyes suddenly lit up, and I stepped into another unfamiliar corridor, but thankfully, this corridor was much more reliable than the previous one, because I saw a bloody, fat monster hand.

I looked around and found no living monsters. I stepped out of the portal and stepped forward to identify them.

The thick severed hand was plump and greasy, except for the red blood, and underneath was dark green fur... Goblin warrior!

So, I'm back on the ninth floor?

But looking back and forth, I found that this corridor was not the ninth floor I was familiar with.

Looking back, I found that the portal just behind me had been closed, and the open position on the rock wall had become smooth as before, as if the portal had never appeared.

I scratched my hair helplessly.

That arm is indeed that of the Goblin Warrior, and it is absolutely true that this is the ninth floor, but I can confirm that this is definitely not the dungeon in Airei City.

Looking down at the messy outfit, I pondered for a moment and decided to explore the tenth floor while I still had some energy.

Since it's not Airui City, there's no telling if there will be a boss on the tenth floor.

Before, there were outsiders like Quincy, so I couldn't perform well, and I was afraid of hurting Phoenix and the others. Now, I'm alone again, and I'm afraid of a bird!

Shaking a pair of cast iron gauntlets, I chuckled and said, "Oh my little boss, uncle is here!"

It didn't take long to find the portal and step out. Just as my eyes brightened, a dark thing with a fishy smell rushed towards me.

I was startled, raised my hand and struck it with a sword, splitting it into two pieces.

With a snap, two bloody masses fell to the ground.

I leaned down and took a closer look, and it turned out to be a big-toothed rat!

I went in the opposite direction.

Why..

I shook my head laughing at myself and walked towards the other end of the tunnel.

On the road, there would occasionally be one or two Goblin warriors, and I easily got rid of them.

Soon, I reached the other end and entered the tenth floor.

The entrance hall is still as spacious, and the reliefs on the hall walls are still as rough.

In the hall, stood a muscular, long-haired man.

Wearing a snow-white tight-fitting robe specially designed for priests, underneath is a skin-fitting black shirt. The edge of the open collar has several laces sewn with gold threads. A string of bright gray metal necklaces hangs around his neck, and the lower end is embroidered. Holding a cross, the cross swayed slightly between his swollen chest muscles.

In front of him is a metal cross as tall as half a man. There are many exquisite patterns carved on the cross. At the top is a long metal handle as thick as a wrist. The end of the handle is inlaid with a round steel ball. .

Although there are crosses on the chest and in front of the body, there is no Jesus Christ in this world.

The cross represents the rays of the sun, which means shining on the earth.

The center where the four long strips are connected represents the sun, and the four long strips represent the sky, the earth, the front and the back.

I probed my head and found that I couldn't see his face clearly. His long hair hung in front of his head and was obscured.

"Hello!"

I greeted him politely and subconsciously clenched the sword in my hand.

The shadow of being deceived by the puppet not long ago has not dissipated. This time, I dare not go forward easily. God knows if he will suddenly show a strange face and attack me.

The breeze suddenly picked up, and his long hair was blown a little. Although I only glanced at a corner, I was sure that he had a human face.

Should be an adventurer.

I calculated in my mind.

"Hello!"

I took a step closer. It would be easier if it was a human being, and communication should be smooth.

He didn't seem to hear it and still stood there motionless, like a sculpture.

I curled my lips, stretched out my knight sword, tapped the long-haired man on the shoulder with the tip of the sword, and murmured: "It can't be a statue..."

"no."

Suddenly, a rough voice came from the big man's mouth, which scared me so much that the hair on my body stood up, and I almost cut him down with a sword.

"Hello!"

I said hello again, but he ignored me again.

Somewhat curious, I asked tentatively: "Excuse me, is this... performance art?"

"That's right." The rough voice sounded again. The long-haired man shook his head, and his long flowing hair parted to the left and right, revealing a face with strong lines: "Look at me, do I look like a legendary hero? ?”

"Ha. Haha, it looks like, it really looks like, it's exactly the same." I pretended to have a sincere expression, gave a thumbs up, nodded repeatedly, quickened my pace, and walked towards an entrance casually.

I heard that secondary school students are contagious, so I want to stay away from here.

"Please wait!" His voice was rough and deep, making my ears ring.

I stopped, turned around, and said with a dark look on my face: "Is there anything else?"

"Yes." The long-haired man had a stern expression. He squatted down, quickly tied the cross on his back, tugged on his collar, and walked towards me in a decent manner. Maybe he saw my vigilance, and when he was close to me It stopped two meters away.

There was no smile on his stern face, and the rough voice sounded again: "You are the first person to appreciate my art. It seems that we are very compatible. Are you interested in staying and flying with me, and composing in the underground city together?" An immortal legend?"

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