Chapter 401

Wu Xian turned around and looked deeply into Huang Debiao's eyes.

What gave this guy the idea?

That he could definitely survive in the cavern? Was it his unstable emotions, his courage that was scared silly by a single roar from Xiong Gang, or his ordinary abilities?

Reality is not a manga; even if you shout about friendship, effort, victory, love, hope, and so on, the malevolent entities won't lose for no reason.

Huang Debiao is an adult; he wouldn't be unable to see through this.

Unless...

Something gave him a guarantee!

During the last cave exploration, Huang Debiao followed the suggestion of some thing and attacked the defenseless Xiong Gang; perhaps it was that suggestion that made Huang Debiao trust that thing.

While Wu Xian was sharpening his knife, that thing gave Huang Debiao hope of leaving the cave again.

While Wu Xian was thinking.

Xia Caoqing also noticed her husband's abnormality and asked with concern, but Huang Debiao kept his mouth shut, merely putting on a confident expression.

This made Wu Xian lose interest in asking him as well.

Given that he had just helped him out, Wu Xian solemnly gave him a piece of advice.

"I don't know who said what to you, but I hope that before you follow their advice and act, you think carefully about why the other party wants to help you, what you can provide them, and once this is a trap, what you might lose."

After Wu Xian finished this sentence.

The three women also realized that Huang Debiao had communicated with some kind of thing, so Xia Caoqing and Gong Xiujuan asked one after another, but the crazy woman silently turned her head, her wound-covered hands covering her head, her body trembling slightly.

Wu Xian took a few shallow glances.

Then, carrying the saw-blade knife, one wooden torch left over from last time, two newly made mushroom-arm torches, some grease, as well as spider-leg spikes and throwing spears, he stepped into another cave, with Fatty still following behind him.

The problem with Huang Debiao might erupt at any time, and Wu Xian couldn't keep waiting for him to show his true colors.

The purpose of Wu Xian's exploration this time was no longer survival, but to improve his strength; having Huang Debiao along was actually a hindrance, making it inconvenient to either worship gods or set fires.

Ordinary people only need to consider how to live longer.

But Wu Xian knew that the dangers of this Fudi were by no means just those that had surfaced so far; the later these seven days went, the more difficult they would become, and there was definitely something big waiting for Wu Xian, so Wu Xian had an urgent need to improve his strength.

He currently still had two sticks of malevolent incense in his hand.

And the statue at the edge of the cavern should be ready for worship in another hour or so, so Wu Xian had to find at least one statue to worship on this outing.

Click, click...

Holding a torch, Wu Xian passed through a group of ants.

These large ants were each the size of a little finger and had exaggeratedly large mandibles; Wu Xian just kept a sour face as he walked through the group of ants, and both sides left each other alone.

But Fatty wasn't so lucky; it got entangled by the ants and had a few small wounds bitten into its body.

Wu Xian and Fatty had been walking for a little while and hadn't encountered any major crises that gave him a headache yet, but they had already encountered three places with slight dangers.

One place was these ants.

Another place was a water pit; most of this water pit wasn't deep, only reaching the soles of the shoes, but the bottom of the pit was covered in slippery moss, and in the middle of the pit was a large hole at least two meters deep; once you fell in, it was very difficult to climb out.

The third danger came from an unstable cave where stones occasionally fell from above. These three dangers.

Sounded very ordinary, with no supernatural components.

But precisely because they were ordinary, they appeared deadly; if one only focused on guarding against monsters, even a veteran Lotus Juanren could flip over in these places. On the way, Wu Xian also picked up many things; he tied everything that could be burned onto Fatty, and Fatty had also started to get used to helping Wu Xian carry things, despite its initial resistance.

Passing through the unstable cave.

Wu Xian's eyes lit up; he saw something new again.

This was a small room built on a fork in the road; the side near the road was completely open, and the room's floor, ceiling, and walls all had the style of religious rituals.

In the corner of the room, many candles were placed, so there was enough light here even without a torch.

In the middle was an exquisitely carved altar, on which was carved a scene of a group of people kowtowing to some thing; the clothes worn by the kneeling people were the same as those on the large-eared statue holding a lamp, but who they were kowtowing to remained a mystery.

On the altar sat a metal tetrahedron about fifteen centimeters long on each side; the metal tetrahedron was covered in chaotic human expressions of pain and had pinhole-sized openings, and one look told you what would stab out of these holes.

"It's a tetrahedral alien Rubik's cube; it doesn't look too complicated. I've practiced this kind of cube at home and still remember the formula for this kind of cube..."

"Is that so? Then do you want to try?"

Behind the altar, in Wu Xian's blind spot, a freak stood up.

This freak's appearance was extremely terrifying; his face was covered in wounds, cut up like a fried squirrel mandarin fish, his two eyes were also dead-pale, his body had multiple restraint straps, his arms couldn't be spread, and there was an iron chain on his feet, binding him within this room.

Wu Xian took a step back and looked at the freak with anticipation: "I'll ask one question: what will happen if this cube is restored?"

"Power!" the freak said in a morbid tone, "As long as you complete the cube, the god can grant you power. As long as it's the ability of a monster you've seen here, no matter what it is, you can be granted one!"

"May I ask the honorable title of this god? After I obtain the power, I must thank him properly."

The freak's body heaved, and a flush appeared on his rotten face: "How can the god's name be mentioned from my mouth? He is..."

Wu Xian hurriedly interrupted his words, otherwise, the rest would definitely be a bunch of meaningless praise for the god.

"One more question: if it's not restored, what is the price?"

The freak grinned, his mouth full of oral ulcers: "There is no price. This is the only good thing you can encounter in the cave. Come on, try it quickly, and offer your performance to the great existence."

"Oh!"

Wu Xian agreed.

Then he picked up two mushroom-arm torches; these torches were selected from relatively straight mushrooms, with the broken end of the arm used for lighting, and the hand below serving as the handle of the torch.

Wu Xian held the two torches upside down, attempting to restore the cube remotely using these two arms.

But as soon as the freak saw such an action, he shouted things like 'blasphemy' and 'disrespect,' making Wu Xian's head buzz.

So Wu Xian could only retract the torches, throw the grease he had specially brought onto the altar, and ignite the grease-stained altar with the torches.

The flames spread rapidly.

But this time the freak didn't try to stop Wu Xian; instead, he revealed an expression of pleasure, actively leaning into the flames, letting the fire spread onto his own body, and then emitting a high-pitched moan.

"Ah, that's it, that's it!"

"Offer pain to the great darkness!"

(End of chapter)