Life Dungeon Game

The thin needle struck the back of the chair, bounced off, and pierced the pig monster behind He Ao, who was preparing to ambush him by raising the table leg.

The chair back itself wasn't hard enough to bounce off the smoke needles, but when He Ao kicked it, he deliberately covered the point of impact with a small piece of his divine sense, giving the chair back a temporary boost.

As the chair back fully rose, blocking He Ao's body, He Ao took advantage of the situation to draw his sword, spin around, and thrust the sword back, piercing through the body of the last pig monster that charged forward.

Boom—Boom—Boom—

With three consecutive sounds, the three-headed pig monster fell to the ground.

Whoosh—whoosh—

Just then, two sharp, piercing sounds came from the air.

Bang—bang—

Heo raised his knight's sword and swung it forward, striking the two thin needles.

The two thin needles instantly rotated 180 degrees in mid-air, heading towards

It flew towards the direction of the locker.

As the needle flew back, the tightly closed cabinet door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure rushed out of the cabinet, dodging the first returning needle.

But in that instant, the second returning needle rushed in front of him. He immediately turned to the side, and the sharp needle instantly pierced his shoulder, and blood with a yellow glow instantly soaked through his clothes.

If he hadn't acted quickly, that thin needle might have pierced his heart.

“A funny little guy,”

The figure reached out and yanked out the thin needle stuck in his shoulder. It was a long-haired man wearing a loose shirt, covered in blood, with a smoke-blowing device in his mouth. The smoke was now dissipating. He stared at He Ao and said, "You're a bit more troublesome than I thought."

"cough,"

He raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed lightly. He glanced at the blood on his palm, then looked at the person who rushed out of the cabinet. "Are you one of the people who attacked the cathedral?"

He vaguely remembered seeing this long-haired man among the group that attacked the cathedral.

"Thank you for helping me deal with those monsters. You don't seem to be feeling well?"

The smoke needles in the man's hand slowly dissipated. He reached out and grasped the waist knife behind his back. He could vaguely see the blood between He Ao's fingers. "You don't look like a monster from this area? Nor are you a member of any heretical sect? Are you also an intruder? Perhaps we can cooperate?"

He slowly moved forward, passing by the little girl in the red dress who had been standing beside him.

However, he seemed not to see the little girl in the red dress and walked straight toward He Ao.

really···

He glanced at the little girl in the red dress behind the man, and a sudden realization dawned on him. He looked up at the man and calmly said, "How do you want to cooperate? By ambushing me?"

"After all, I have no way of confirming whether you are a monster from this godforsaken place or not, so a necessary test is advisable."

The long-haired man laughed, his hands still behind his back, gripping the waist knife tightly, as he approached He Ao step by step.

He looked up at the man, tilted his head, and then asked in a low voice, "You're here, and you don't have a quick way to get through or leave these rooms?"

"This is one of the strongholds of those heretics, they've been operating here for over a decade, it's not so easy to get through here,"

The long-haired man smiled, looking at He Ao as if he somewhat believed his words. He approached He Ao step by step and continued,

"However, our leader has an item that can be guided by the eternal light, which can guide us forward. But we have gotten separated. If you want to leave here, you can come with me. As long as you find our leader, he can take you away from here."

Then, he chuckled and said, "Getting in here isn't easy. You must have something you want since you went to such lengths to get in, right? These heretics may have gone astray, but they're quite good at deceiving people. There are plenty of treasures here. If you come with us, you might find what you're looking for."

Is your team leader a Level B?

He Ao looked at him, "The monsters in this room are already very strong, and they'll probably get even stronger next time. If your team leader isn't a B-rank, I'm afraid..."

Is it difficult to reach the deepest part?

"You don't need to worry about that. You just need to follow us."

The long-haired man narrowed his eyes, seemingly wary of the topic. He smiled and shook his head, moving closer to He Ao.

Can't we get any more information out of them?

However, the long-haired man's attitude itself implies a kind of information.

He seemed very 'confident' in his team, which meant there was a high probability that B-grade items, or items capable of countering B-grade items, had been brought in.

The long-haired man had already reached the outermost pig monster. He Ao looked at him and whispered a reminder, "The corpses of these monsters are dangerous. I don't recommend you continue forward."

"Oh, so it seems you're not as 'naive' as you seem. Are you still wary of me? Are you trying to stall for time to recover your strength? Do you think I'd be fooled by you?"

Danger? What kind of danger is it if a seriously injured child, even a very strong child, can withstand the danger without any impact?

Upon hearing He Ao's reminder, the long-haired man instead lunged at He Ao in an instant, drawing his waist knife with a gleaming sound.

“Little guy, you’ve seen it yourself. This place is so dangerous, and you’re so badly injured that you obviously can’t go any further. Why don’t you lend me a hand and borrow your soul and flesh? I’ll take your share with me and leave this hellish place.”

A bright light began to shine from his body, and fine lines appeared beneath his skin.

Some kind of sacrificial ritual?

He Ao watched the strange changes in the long-haired man.

Some core cult members like to have simple rituals inscribed on their bodies that can only be used by core followers, which can help them quickly 'connect' with the gods and obtain 'gifts'.

However, this simplified sacrificial ritual is rarely used most of the time because it has many restrictions, the losses are far greater than those of a normal sacrificial ritual, and it generally has particularly strict requirements for believers. Only believers who are "favored" by the gods can be depicted.

Furthermore, the effects of such rituals vary depending on the deity. Most simplified sacrificial rituals by deities can only sacrifice a portion of the believer's own life in exchange for a small amount of 'gift'.

However, it seems that the ritual performed on this long-haired man is a way to sacrifice others to obtain 'gifts' for himself.

Clearly, he was using Heo as a sacrifice.

This is probably why he attacked Heo without hesitation from the very beginning.

However, He Ao did not retreat, but calmly watched the long-haired man rush towards him.

The long-haired man was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was close to He Ao.

Just when he thought he was about to attack Heo, his smile froze on his face.

His entire body involuntarily stopped on the corpse of a huge pig monster, and he slowly squatted down.

An intense hunger suddenly struck his entire body and took control of him.

He had actually felt the hunger earlier, but he was too tired. However, when the intense hunger struck him, he realized that it was not a hunger he was experiencing, but rather an 'influence' from the room itself.

He crouched down and gazed at what was still there.

It was covered in bright red flesh and blood.

In his eyes, this flesh and blood had transformed into a delicious, translucent delicacy, exuding a captivating allure.

The terrifying hunger had taken control of his body and his soul. He struggled to lift his head and look at He Ao, "What have you done?!"

He sighed. "I told you it's dangerous here."

The long-haired man opened his mouth, as if to say something more, but his body had already uncontrollably grabbed a handful of flesh and stuffed it into his mouth.

The solid flesh was now as soft as a fluffy ice cream cake, and he could easily tear it off with a single grab.

The instant the flesh and blood entered his mouth, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he were tasting something incomprehensiblely delicious. He lay on the pig monster and began to 'eat' it frantically.

At that moment, He Ao looked up and glanced at the 'food' hanging on the ceiling.

After he killed all the pig monsters, the whole room seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.

In the psychic vision, the distorted patterns that make up the bottom layer of the room are violently writhing and reconstructing.

In He Ao's normal field of vision, the long-haired man was still eating frantically.

His body swelled uncontrollably and rapidly; his ears grew large, his nose began to bulge, and his swollen body burst his clothes.

He is turning into a huge 'fat pig' as he eats.

Heo, holding his knight's sword, watched the man's changes.

Is this how those 'pig monsters' came to be?

He watched the man continue eating without stopping and raised his knight's sword.

At that very moment, a huge lasso descended from the sky, looped around the man's neck, and lifted him up sharply.

The man's body trembled violently, as if he were suffocating, but in an instant, his trembling stopped.

Then his originally swollen and huge body began to shrink and wither, turning into a skeleton.

His body returned to human form, but he had lost all signs of life. He was suspended from the ceiling with a noose around his neck and his eyes wide open.

He Ao looked at the dense array of 'food' hanging overhead.

He remembered the noose that had been lowered when he first came out of the closet.

Is this how these foods 'came' too?

At the same time, a strong smell of blood entered He Ao's nostrils, and the light in the entire hall dimmed instantly, turning into an eerie blood red.

He looked down at his feet and saw that the pig monster corpses were melting rapidly, and the flowing crimson liquid covered the entire space.

Sure enough, when all the pig monsters died at the same time, some underlying logic of the room changed, and even the formation of new pig monsters could not stop this change.

He leaped swiftly, escaping the area of ​​pig monster corpses.

Of all the pig monster corpses, only two, leaning against the wall, barely remained intact.

He Ao turned his head to look at the spot where the little girl in the red dress had just stood, but there was no longer any image of the little girl there. Only a small piece of bread was floating and wriggling in the blood-filled air, unfolding into a diary with bright red handwriting.

He Ao rushed forward and grabbed the diary, while a cool breeze brushed against his back.

Something was hovering above his head.

He looked up and saw a series of swaying shadows appear in his field of vision.

The 'food' in the sky had somehow turned into withered corpses hanging from the ceiling, swaying precariously.

At this moment, all the corpses were facing He Ao's direction, their round eyes staring intently at him.

He tilted his head, gripped his knight's sword, and calmly met the gazes of the monsters.

He's killed ghosts before, hasn't he?

I've written too much, it'll be a little late.

A super long chapter of nearly six thousand words.