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Being so quiet at this time is not a good sign.

Before, those villagers were desperately trying to escape.

Using a flashlight, I carried Old Man Ge, the two cats and the little beggar on my back, one foot deep and one foot shallow, bypassing the cracks in the ground and crossing the ruins.

Arriving at the entrance of the village smoothly.

The huge stone door had collapsed, with thick pillars lying across the opening, and in its place was the huge body of the old turtle.

The opening here is relatively narrow, and the old turtle is stuck between the rock walls, as if there is a mountain lying on it.

There were shocking cracks on the turtle shell, and the whole body was scorched black.

The head was almost broken into pieces.

The thunder punishment palm I used at that time was aimed at his head.

But thinking about it trapping those poor miners here, using golden light to attract people into the low altitude, and living by sucking people's souls, there is nothing to be pitiful about.

Why keep these miners?

Probably one is to save it to prepare food, and the other is to use them to help it do things.

This is why the miners are trying every possible way to get outsiders to stay.

The miners thought they met gods, escaped the mining disaster, and survived to this day, but they didn't know that they actually fell into a bigger trap.

Living people are not human, ghosts are not ghosts.

People become better with age, not to mention a tortoise that has been around for thousands of years.

I don’t know who sealed it here, why not just kill it.

Dr. Nie said it was Xuanwu.

Recall that the young boy Xiao Hui said that the mining disaster back then was man-made.

Maybe someone with ulterior motives deliberately locked the old turtle here to cultivate him.

The purpose is the two earth spirit beads in the eyes.

It seems that Dr. Nie is really from Xiangongtang.

The more treasures Xiangongtang wants to grab, the less I can let them get their wish.

I sneered.

However, since the old turtle is imprisoned here and cannot leave, what is the huge black shadow that the monster Lao Hei calls the mountain god that he saw in the cave before?

What is the relationship between the young Huizi and the mountain god?

There are some mysteries yet to be solved.

Shaking my head, I took back my thoughts.

Now is not the time to think about this, go out first and then talk about it.

Dr. Nie wasn't ambushing him in the village, maybe he was lurking on the way out.

Although she is no match for me in a head-on confrontation, who knows what other tricks she may be hiding?

Still have to be careful.

I used a flashlight, led the man and the cat, and carefully walked under Xuanwu's huge body.

The gurgling stream is gone.

The large mossy lawns and shrub-like mushrooms outside were gone. The ground collapsed and countless gravels piled up everywhere.

It seems that the power of thunder punishment has indeed affected the entire underground world.

Hopefully the exit didn't collapse.

After walking out of the village, I suddenly remembered something, stopped, and took out my mobile phone in the live broadcast room.

Time: 04:05.

The old turtle covers this space. Once it dies, time returns to normal.

"The third additional mission has been triggered!"

"Task content: Return to the ground before the live broadcast ends."

"Task reward: 500,000 ghost coins."

"Tip: After accepting the task, if it is not completed on time, it will be treated as a live broadcast failure."

Under the words in blood, there are two buttons.

Accept, ignore.

"If the task is not accepted within 1 minute, it will be deemed as giving up."

Countdown to 50 seconds.

There are still two hours until dawn.

I click accept.

But there is still a long road ahead, so we must hurry up.

My mood suddenly became tense.

The live broadcast room must have done it on purpose. They didn’t want me to complete each task easily.

Fortunately, the entrance to the cave was still obvious when we came from it, and although it was blocked by some gravel, it was not difficult to clear.

"quick!"

After doing some tricks to the little barker, I ran quickly with the old man on my back.

The little beggar stumbled along.

Although she looks thin, her physical endurance is still good, probably because she has been homeless for a long time.

Anyway, after struggling all night, you can still keep up with me.

The pace is hurried.

"ah!"

The little beggar suddenly screamed.

"What's wrong?"

I looked back and saw a sharp black hand protruding from the crack in the ground, tightly grabbing the little beggar's slim ankle.

Just know they are here waiting!

Fu Gui'er was closer to her and rushed over first. His sharp claws reached out and grabbed hard on the black palm.

The palm of my hand shrank back in pain.

Fugui'er took the opportunity to slap back the cracked palms on the side that were about to move.

But the little beggar had a black and blue handprint on his ankle, and he was limping and unable to run.

No matter how powerful I am, I don’t have three heads and six arms. I can only carry one person.

"Master"

The little beggar gestured to me with her hands.

"What can be done about this stinky old man? Can't you cherish your own life?" I frowned and stopped to wait for her.

There is prosperity patrolling my feet, and I am not afraid of black palms emerging from the ground.

"Master"

The little beggar limped over, very slowly, still making gestures with his hands.

It seemed to mean that she was picked up by Old Man Ge, and she would not be alive today without Old Man Ge.

"Silly girl!"

I shook my head, too lazy to say more and didn't have time to say more.

"If your leg isn't completely broken yet, try to hurry up!"

The little beggar nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling, and she dragged her injured leg with all her strength.

I carried Old Man Ge with one hand and supported her with the other.

There were two cats guarding the formation, and they finally ran to the entrance of the cave.

I put Old Man Ge down and let the little beggar watch while I went to clean up the gravel blocking the entrance of the cave.

As soon as I walked over, before my hand touched the stone, I heard a clicking sound inside.

The pile of rubble trembled slightly.

Something is coming out!

"Back off!"

I kept backing away.

Then, there was a loud bang.

The gravel exploded, and countless small stones rained down on me.

I stood still and ignored the small pain on my body. I pulled out the long knife and shined the flashlight on it.

Behind the smoke and dust are hunched black shadows like monkeys.

"careful!"

I reminded loudly.

"Gui'er, please guard the little beggar!"

Wangcai and I fought against the large number of monsters coming towards us.

Swish, swish, swish!

The flashlight light shook rapidly.

The long knife danced and created a reflection.

As long as the monster's hand is cut off, they will not be afraid.

Therefore, although there are many in number, with the cooperation of Wangcai, they cannot pose much of a threat to me.

The only thing I have to be careful about is that they will delay my time.

A long knife is like chopping vegetables and melons.

I hope for a quick resolution.

These monsters are not completely devoid of intelligence, but at this moment, they are rushing towards me one after another like crazy and desperate.

Among them, there are not only monsters wearing only a pair of pants, but also monsters wearing robes.

There are even black jackets and gray jackets.

In other words, the female villagers, Captain Xing, and the middle-aged Gray Jacket have all turned into monsters.

It should also be caused by the death of the old turtle. Without the ability of the old turtle, they would not be able to survive.

Captain Xing and others ate the villagers' meat and became like them.

This is why the villagers disappeared without a trace after they escaped. They all turned into monsters and burrowed into the soil.

The evil hands of the monsters are attacking my heart.

I suddenly understood what those black meat pieces they were eating were.

Feeling cold in my heart.

What's even worse is the rustle of more monsters running around.

Not only are there monsters transformed by villagers, but there are also monsters with tails on their butts.

Densely packed and dark.

This must be an overwhelming movement.

I don’t know how many people the old turtle has killed over the years.

I'm afraid it goes far beyond the twenty years since the mining disaster.

Damn it!

I suddenly felt that its death was not miserable enough.