168. The fifth floor of the tower burial
Mouse is a real kid. Meihui said it was a spider but he didn’t look carefully at what it was. He would crush it to death if he raised his foot. I quickly pushed him away. “Are you stupid? Don’t move, Human Face Mushroom! This is a Human Face Mushroom.
!Are you seeking death? Is the curse in your body lifted?"
The mouse was startled when he heard what I said, and quickly shrank his feet: "Nima...it turns out that these human figurines didn't die in the battle! They died of a curse! How tenacious this human-faced mushroom is!
?Can you live for hundreds of years without a host?"
In the blink of an eye, perhaps a living person suddenly broke into the sealed space. Cracks slowly opened in the bodies of all the figurines, and their residents - human beings - emerged from the gaps.
Face mushrooms were scurrying around in dense numbers under our feet.
"You uncle's rat, you insist on using someone else's saber, are you going to get me into trouble again? Come on, don't wait for them to wake up!" I shouted.
The three of them hurriedly started running to the fifth floor. When they reached the halfway point on the second floor, I looked back and saw a bunch of little human-faced mushrooms with a lot of claws growing out from under them. The claws were not big.
, some are like millipedes, their numbness is extremely disgusting, and the eyes on their wrinkled little faces are all open, and they are gathering together and scrambling to squirm towards us. Maybe for them, it is also
A marathon race is going on, and the first, second and third place will find a new host.
I climbed up to the fifth floor and quickly took out my mountaineering pick to dig hard at the stone steps. As the saying goes, I will survive after death. No matter how powerful this human-faced mushroom is, it is impossible for the little claws under its belly to jump. At the same time, we
There may not be a chance to go down. Of course, even without the Human Face Mushroom, we are all desperadoes now. If there is no exit at the top, we will die anyway. I just don’t want to take advantage of these disgusting guys. Quartz
The stone is very brittle, and it can be broken into pieces almost in one go. Finally, a piece of my heart is broken.
As each floor increases, the entire space is no longer so spacious on the fifth floor. In other words, the space on each floor is shrinking as we go higher. There are only less than 100 people here.
It was a small, flat place, extremely empty, with nothing but a bottle of statue in the middle.
Seeing that the entire fifth floor was so empty, the three of them felt less frightened. They gathered their courage and slowly moved towards the statue.
"Gemini, I see why this statue is turning yellow? Is it copper?" the mouse asked.
I knocked it with a mountaineering pick, and the echo was muffled, solid, and had a metallic feel. I was stunned and said: "This is not copper, it is pure gold. Copper is relatively hard, and gold is soft. In ancient times,
The king rewarded the sergeants with a gold ingot. The soldiers were all from poor backgrounds. How had they ever seen real gold? The best way to prove it is to bite it on the tip of your teeth. If there is an imprint, it is pure gold. Take a look.
I used a mountaineering pick to dig out a hole without much force, and there was gold dust on the head of the mountaineering pick!"
Maybe there were too many good things seen in Changbai Mountain, but the pure gold statue in the tomb of King Turgut Khan seemed a little less eye-catching. The mouse just sighed with emotion at Obasi's visit this time.
He was so generous that he didn't even say that he wanted to move it. Of course, he couldn't move the golden statue because it was too big.
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Chapter completed!