Mystery: The whole good living master

After going through so many vicissitudes, Mu Fange was finally able to sneak into the Skeleton City by himself - like in Demon City, there was a spacious square in front of the castle, flower beds full of dark plants, fountains gushing out fluorescent yellow light, the road was paved with stone bricks carved with skulls, blue soul fire floated on the brass street lamps, hidden pressure plates and mechanical traps, and armored skeleton infantry patrolling the streets. It was a city full of silence and death, with only the crisp sound of bones colliding.

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Stealth check [r3d12=34] Failed!

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Mu Fangge originally planned to sneak through the green belt and enter the village quietly without firing a gun, but most of the plants in the flower beds had thorns, and for some reason they were extremely painful, making Mu Fangge scream. This also attracted three teams of armored skeletons of different colors to chase and intercept Mu Fangge.

Fight or strategically retreat, that is the question.

Mu Fangge shook his wrist lightly, and the "Bluetooth" flew out, penetrated the lumbar vertebrae of the skeleton infantry that were not covered by armor, and then automatically flew back to his hand.

The skeleton soldier who had a section of his spine knocked out was not affected in any way except that he became a little shorter, and continued to patrol according to the fixed procedures and tracks.

Mu Fan Ge spread his hands: "I can't fight, let's run..."

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Hatred judgment [r1d100=99] Big failure!

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Cold and damp ferns climbed up the gray-green wall tiles. Almost all the furniture was carved with skull patterns. A triangular oil lamp was embedded in the wall every ten meters. The blue-green flames emitted a dim light, covering the pressure plates, poison dart launching holes, and gas pipes on the ground in darkness.

A real-life Temple Run is taking place in the corridors of the castle.

Mu Fan Ge ran towards freedom with big strides and in the wind, completely ignoring the fact that Mr. Korish was still wearing a lace puff-sleeved skirt provided by a slicked-back scout. Fortunately, he didn't need to worry about exposing himself in front of such a revealing dead object as a skeleton. Again, fortunately, no one here knew Mu Fan Ge.

For some reason, more and more armored skeleton infantry were chasing after Mu Fange, and the team was getting longer and longer. It was as if all the skeleton soldiers in the entire Skeleton City had automatically locked onto the enemy, and they gathered together like the Shark who smelled blood, Arodes who smelled Sefirah Castle, Amon who smelled Pales, Leonard who smelled his former colleague, and Mr. Fool who smelled the gold pound.

Some adventurers were wondering why they didn't encounter any skeletons today. Some adventurers were followed by a long dragon of skeleton soldiers. People's joys and sorrows are not the same.

"We can't keep going like this!" Mu Fange, who had turned into a dead end for the third time today, slammed on the brakes.

Although Mr. Korris has enough stamina, the more skeletons there are, the lower the error tolerance rate. If I continue to run for a long time, it will be embarrassing if I fall over... But why do these skeletons always hate me? Is it because Mr. Korris smells good and is very popular with skeletons?

Mu Fange looked around, stepped on a decorative column to jump up from the wall, and hid on the ceiling holding the chandelier.

Mu Fange held his breath and looked down: "They shouldn't look up, right?"

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Concealment check [r1d12=12] failed!

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As soon as he finished speaking, the skeleton soldiers looked up as if they had received some information, with soul fire burning in their dark and empty eye sockets. They made hoarse sounds at Mu Fange on the chandelier, then pulled out their own bones and smashed them on the ceiling.

"Why? They clearly didn't notice me just now!"

A silent cry emanated from Mu Fange's mouth.

The good news is that Mu Fange did not fall.

The bad news is that the chandelier fell down.

Mu Fan Ge was hit by the dense rain of anti-gravity bones and couldn't even touch the ground - the skeletons that filled the corridor triggered all the mechanisms, and the calves of the skeletons standing against the wall were full of poison darts. The ground was filled with green smoke.

The spike mechanism that popped up from the ground didn't play a big role, after all, there were only bones on the skeleton's feet.

Mu Fangge threw away the chandelier and walked briskly in the direction where he was walking, stepping on the skulls. Fortunately, the vault of the Skeleton City was high enough so that he didn't hit his head.

Mu Fange was really curious about how these skeletons moved. They didn't seem to be the power of the Death Path. Perhaps they were the extraordinary power unique to the mother nest? Moreover, they clearly didn't have ears, but they could actually hear sounds... No, if that's the case, they don't even have brains!

Mu Fange couldn't help but wonder why he entered the Skeleton City in the first place.

The answer is no reason.

Are you kidding me? A Skeleton Castle! A castle full of moving skeletons! It's right in front of you. Don't you want to go in and take a look?

(No normal person would want to go in and take a look)

Anyway, Mu Fange couldn't bear it. If he came across any other city, he would still go in and take a look... Although Mu Fange now deeply realized what curiosity killed the cat meant, he always remembered food but not punishment, and he didn't intend to change.

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I don't know how many corners I turned, but the skeleton soldiers chasing behind were slowly thrown off, leaving only a few skeletons, some of whom were even wearing armor of different colors, and they were not from the same team. There was no road ahead, and the Skeleton City was full of dead ends. There was only a quaint stone plate at the end of the aisle.

The ancient patterns and simple graphic depressions on the stone plate seem to indicate that this is a decryption elevator. There is no information on the surrounding ground and walls, and there are also interference from skeletons... However, these remaining skeletons are not impossible to defeat, but if they stop, they may be caught up by the main force.

Mu Fange stood on the stone plate and kicked a skeleton away: "Stop making noise, I'm thinking!"

"The other skeletons didn't catch up. It doesn't make sense that only a few skeletons can run fast... I think the skeletons that fell from the sky must be useful. They must have a code on them!"

Mu Fange nodded confidently, walked lightly behind the skeleton soldier, and directly snatched its skull... Obviously, the skeleton used for interference was not difficult to kill, but there was obviously no password to open the elevator printed on the skull.

Mu Fange threw the skull away and said with a sigh, "Guess I never play puzzle games because I don't like them?"

The confused skeleton crawled around on the ground and finally found his head.

Mu Fange looked up and saw that the space above the stone plate was empty and pitch black, as if it was connected to a tower. There were grooves and tracks on the surrounding walls, like an elevator shaft. Since the puzzle could not be solved and he had to use brute force to crack it, the best solution was actually to jump up against the wall. He hoped that there would be no air wall.

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Detected an adventurer passing through the checkpoint

Level selection [r3d6=8]

Teleport to Level 8: Southwest Tower of Imprisonment

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The strange thing was that Mu Fan Ge felt that he reached the top of the elevator shaft after only a few jumps. Mr. Korishi was very flexible, so rock climbing and wall jumping were not difficult for him. But Mu Fan Ge inexplicably felt that the part where he was rushing in the middle was edited out, or that he had encountered a strange feeling of space teleportation.

The elevator shaft was pitch black. When Mu Fange came out of the elevator shaft, a heavy spiked iron door fell behind him, blocking his way back.

There was no light on the top floor of the tower. Looking up, there was a pointed dome. The dark blue stone bricks were stained with dark red marks. The black wrought iron lanterns hanging around the walls emitted a dim light. There was a broken owl wall clock on the wall, and in the middle was a small round table covered with a dark red tablecloth. The eerie skull candlestick could not be lifted up and was embedded in the table.

There was a card inserted in the eye socket of the skull candlestick: Poor sinner, you will never leave this prison.

"The guilty person, do you mean me, or every adventurer who breaks in?"

Mu Fan Ge put the card into his pocket. The elevator shaft was sealed, so he walked to the opposite side. There was a corridor on the opposite side. The windows were covered with severely weathered wooden boards and gun-gray wrought iron fences. Dark red gauze curtains that could not be opened blocked the walls.

There were shadows behind the gauze curtain, as if someone was hiding behind it, and sometimes a pair of deflated shoes without feet was revealed.

Mu Fangge always felt that something was following him, but when he turned around he saw no one. He tore open the gauze curtain, but there was no one behind it. When he faced the wall, he could see more and more shoes appearing behind him out of the corner of his eye, but they disappeared when he turned around.

At the end of the corridor is a spiral staircase leading downwards. Only one floor of the staircase can be seen, and the deeper parts are submerged in endless darkness.

Walking down the stairs, with the strange feeling of space teleportation, Mu Fange found himself on the top floor of the tower again. The decoration of the room was basically the same as before. There was a new card on the table with skull candlesticks: Too confident, do you think you can escape?

A low gurgling sound came from the corridor, and the broken owl clock began to rotate slowly counterclockwise, and the clock mechanism made a ticking sound like water dripping on the stone tiles.

Mu Fange stuck his head under the table and took a look. Under the tablecloth of the small round table was a rag doll covered with spider webs.

"Escape room? Or a horror game?"

The high-frequency flashing lights made people feel a little uneasy, but Mu Fan Ge was not afraid of Western horror stories such as serial killers and chainsaw killers. He also accepted Chinese horror stories such as zombies, skeletons, and female ghosts in red. Mu Fan Ge was actually more afraid of those weird stories that were extremely scary when you thought about them carefully. After all, Mu Fan Ge was more reckless and his brain was not that good. He would not think too much when playing games, but if he reviewed the game before going to bed at night and realized some details that were not quite right that he had not noticed before, then he would not be able to sleep tonight...

Mu Fange went up and down the stairs, collected more than a dozen cards that mocked the escaped prisoners, tore off the tablecloths on each small table, carefully compared the skulls carved on each wall tile, performed facial recognition on each ghost face that appeared on the window glass, and forcibly took away the bed sheet from the ghost under the shrill accusation of "This is indecent assault".

(Ghost: What an offense)

Mu Fange felt that the Skeleton City was not that scary. Apart from the vague aura of death, this eerie-looking castle was nothing more than a pile of scary things, like a cheap haunted house or a city dressed up for Halloween.

Mu Fange was just curious. Are the things in this tower real objects or created by extraordinary abilities? Are the rooms fixed anchor points and can be refreshed and restored? Are there many rooms for circulation? After all, this should be a planet under the mother nest, not a game simulated by information technology.

So Mu Fange was now struggling forward, dragging a large bag of tablecloths with the sheets given by the ghost. There were dolls with strange shapes sewn on the tablecloths, some of which had blue-gray eye shadow, some had black eyeliner, and some had big blood-red mouths. Mu Fange originally wanted to cut the dolls apart and take them away, but unfortunately he couldn't cut them off. Fortunately, the tablecloth could be torn off, otherwise Mu Fange would have to dismantle the table.

Mu Fange walked around the corridor. Abnormally, no ghosts appeared on this floor. Of course, it is also possible that the ghosts no longer had sheets to cover themselves with.

There were no signs of weathering on the blue brick walls, and the gauze curtains were brand new and clean. Mu Fange looked up and walked onto the elevator: "It feels like the dome on this floor is not as high as it was at the beginning. Have we finally reached the new area?"

The elevator door slammed shut, and the stone plate beneath my feet shook before slowly sliding down the track.

There is actually such a mechanical device in this medieval-style alien world. It is very fast and almost as stable as an elevator. It is much easier than walking up the stairs. Why did I take the stairs before?