The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Big big big big, marble?

I was terrified subconsciously.

Because the previous marble has caused too much psychological shadow on me, I cannot get out of the shadow without three or two months to wash my soul.

Of course, the serious consequences caused by the shadow in his heart are not limited to this one. The other thing is that when I see the white flowers again, I will naturally think of marble.

However, after I fixed my eyes on it, the horror disappeared.

It should not be a piece of marble, it should be said that it is white without it.

If you really want to go deeper, it should not be divided into the ranks of "white", but the ranks of "yellow".

Yes, compared with this poorly lit deep pit, it seems to be white, however, its actual color should be slightly brownish.

It is what we commonly call ‘shit yellow’.

"Haha, haha, fortunately it's not marble." I scratched my head and hit haha, only to remember that I was alone in the big space.

With an awkward cough, I stepped forward, squatted down, and used the tip of a Matthew knife to test the ‘shit yellow’ thing at close range.

It was initially determined that it was not a living thing, at least not a living thing.

Next, is the most important moment: to verify its true body, whether it is a pile of shit, or just something with the color of shit.

When two viewpoints coexist in my mind at the same time, I am not very optimistic about this shit-yellow thing in front of me.

Pulling away the fine soil around, I can roughly see the face of this thing.

It has two palms long, one palm is wide and square, like a box lid.

Touch with the tip of a knife, you will feel that it is not soft or hard, but slightly elastic, a bit like air-dried sheepskin.

I tentatively touched its surface with my fingers with a handguard, and pressed it slightly harder.

This texture...a bit like linen clothes wrapped in soil...

Ok......

I hesitated, but chose to continue to figure it out.

I made up my mind and put the cutting Matthew knife into the scabbard. I used both hands together, digging left and right, and without much effort, I dug out the yellow feces buried in the soil.

I held it in my hand and looked at it repeatedly, and only then discovered that it was not a box, but something that looked like a book, not thin or thick, more than half an inch.

I opened the book and turned a few pages, only to find that it was densely packed with words.

In other words, it is more appropriate to draw full symbols.

Next, with a complicated mood, I flipped through it a dozen times in a row, except for the cover and bottom, from the first page to the end of the last page, which was covered with weird ghost symbols.

Fortunately, it appears at the end of the thirteenth floor of the dungeon in the Hefeng Continent, Ai Rui City, and if it appears in the brick walls of the streets and lanes, it may be regarded as a graffiti handwriting for a bear kid.

I flipped through this book over and over again, puzzled.

In other words, if it is not a discarded object for random graffiti, then what would it be?

not sure......

There was a glimmer of expectation in my heart: Is this a combat skill?

If this is the case, then it is a gift from God to me. In this way, I will counterattack the days of being tall, rich and handsome, cool and dazzling, but not far away!

With passion and passion, I began to ponder the purpose of this book.

If it is really a combat skill...

Huh?

I suddenly froze, the corners of my mouth twitched, and my forehead was black.

Because I found a fatal problem again: I have never learned combat skills, so I don't know how to use it!

This became a huge problem, and it entangled me tightly.

It's like a person with a lot of money coming to a tribe that uses shells as a trading tool, and there is no wool!

Holding the book in my hand, I knelt on the ground feebly, my whole being in a state of loss.

But this loss only lasted less than four seconds, because I suddenly remembered that among everyone around me, it seemed that I was the only one without combat skills...

In this way, everyone except me knows how to use combat skills~

Immediately after that, I fell into an endless state of loss again. Deep down in my heart, I always felt that I felt isolated...

In order to ensure that the hidden treasures will not be ignored, I planed at the bottom of the pit two or three times. After making sure that there were no more objects, I jumped out of the pit again and used the high piles around me. Dirt, fill the big pit, level it, then pat the dirt on the body, and walk on the way back.

Today's harvest is not too small. When I came here, I cleaned up the coins obtained by the monsters and dug out a shit-yellow booklet that looked like combat skills. In short, I felt pretty good.

As soon as I stepped onto the twelfth floor, I saw Rodney bringing his sister and a group of noble children to the monsters from a distance. Because I was in a good mood, I took the initiative to say hello.

"Yeah, brother local tyrant, how about the mobs that drag the family to the mouth?"

Rodney turned his head and continued to clean up monsters: "Well, take my sister and cousins ​​to fight monsters, pass the time, have fun, and earn some pocket money by the way."

At this time, Rodney's sister happened to hit Rodney's chest with a magic missile.

Puff!

Rodney flew out on the spot.

Fortunately, the power of the magic missile is not great, and the protective measures of Rodney's armor are still very good, so there is no harm.

It's just a mess, and it's really embarrassing.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, brother!" Rodney's sister, Carter Eva, was apologizing to him with an apologetic expression. Seeing that posture, she was almost crying again.

However, this is not the point. The point is that while Eva apologized, a stone shell monster wielded a large axe and smashed down her slender body.

If it hits this time, then Eva...

Rodney was shocked and shouted: "Eva, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

However, it was too late, because the big axe had already been raised high, and within two seconds, it would be chopped off.

And counting on the speed that Eva's thin body can explode, it is impossible to avoid it.

But at this time, Eva still didn't know, she opened a pair of big eyes, looked at Rodney suspiciously, with a puzzled face.

Next to her, several cousins ​​were shocked by this scene, motionless, and could not even pronounce a word.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed across, like a sharp arrow shot, an offline crossbow, swish, and sank not far away, the head of a stone shell monster using magic.

Immediately afterwards, a silhouette of people rushed out, rushing to the front of the stone shell monster with the momentum of thunder, pulled out the inserted thing, and at a speed that was indistinguishable by the naked eye, slashed against the stone shell monster's body.

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