klisemfg Chapter 215 Dungeon
Chapter 215 Dungeon
Chapter 215 Dungeon
Yan Zhi looked up at the suddenly agitated Liu Jun, but in the end he lowered his gaze and stood up as well. He then turned and walked to the door.
"You can rest in the inner room today. I still have some things to take care of. Please try not to leave here, is that alright?"
"No."
Liu Jun lowered his eyes; it had been a long time since he had been so sulky.
Yan Zhi looked somewhat helpless: "Listen to me."
Only then did Liu Jun look in the direction where he was. After glancing at him twice, he turned around and went back into the house, taking with him a plate of dried fruit from the table. The clothes next to him, however, remained untouched.
Yan Zhi stared silently at the open inner room door for a long time before turning around, pulling open a gate, and walking out.
The courtyard, which was clearly conspicuous, disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye after Yan Zhi left, leaving only a silhouette walking towards the city.
The room was not very spacious, but the layout was strangely familiar, with the living room in the middle dividing the inner room into two rooms on the left and right.
To the right was his room, while to the left, there were only rows and rows of bookshelves and old books; there was no place for her to stand.
Ultimately, they are still different.
Liu Jun casually placed the plate of dried fruit on a shelf, picked up a book from the shelf and unfolded it, but didn't open it. Liu Jun then flipped through another book and unfolded it again, but still didn't open it.
"Tsk, that's really troublesome."
Now her spiritual power is suppressed and she can't even read these tattered books. Yan Zhi is really something, just leaving her here and ignoring her.
There are too many questions about this place, and there's nothing she can do right now. She doesn't even know when Yanzhi will be able to come back.
Liu Jun yawned, walked to the opposite room, and casually lay down and fell asleep.
No one knew how long she had slept. It was pitch black everywhere, with no distinction between day and night, and only the flickering firelight provided illumination. When Liu Jun woke up, there was still no movement inside or outside the house.
Has Yanzhi not returned yet?
Liu Jun raised his hand, trying to gather spiritual energy in his palm, but nothing happened; he was still in a suppressed state.
After thinking for a while, I lay back down on the bed.
If she were to leave this courtyard now, it would be tantamount to suicide for me. I'd better wait and see.
Before she knew it, Liu Jun fell asleep again while staring at the ceiling. When she opened her eyes again, there was still no change outside, and no sign of anyone returning.
She felt like she slept for quite a long time this time too.
Looking at the simple fence gate, Liu Jun was wondering whether he should go out.
"What on earth did he go to do..."
Why did you come back after so long?
Liu Jun is in a very passive position right now, and she doesn't like being passive.
Looking at the outlines of the city buildings in the darkness in the distance, Liu Jun stretched but still chose not to go out. Instead, he took a walk in the courtyard.
After walking around twice, I felt it wasn't very interesting, so I stared blankly at the floating tree.
This time, she paid attention to the time. Excluding the two naps she took, she actually waited for three whole days without seeing anyone return. If she kept waiting like this, Liu Jun would probably go crazy.
Although there is always firelight here, there is only earth and no sky. It would be strange if people didn't go crazy if they stayed in such a place for a long time.
All she wanted was a nice piece of clothing, but she ended up in this place and even saw someone she thought she would never see again.
Was it just a dream when the sedative entered my lungs, or did it actually happen...?
Liu Jun walked up to the big tree and looked up at the not-so-lush floating tree.
Despite the abundant spiritual energy here, it lacks vitality, even less than ordinary trees. Its sparse leaves and thick branches make it look rather comical.
Liu Jun nimbly climbed onto the branches of the Floating Tree, broke off a leafy branch about half an arm's length long, and leaped back to the ground. He flipped it over and tried to extract spiritual energy from it for his own use.
The Floating Tree is no ordinary thing. Even if its branches are broken off, they will still be connected to the main body. Moreover, the Floating Tree has the ability to store spiritual energy. The spiritual energy stored in the main body can be used by outsiders for a short time through the broken branches, but the effect is not long.
Once the branch in your hand has completely dried out, it can no longer be used. The speed at which the leaves attached to it fall off indicates how quickly the branch has dried out.
Seven pieces are enough.
Looking at the small flame burning in her palm, Liu Jun clenched her fingers and lowered her arm. She then looked at the neatly folded clothes still lying on the stone table not far away. She lowered her head, tore a long strip of cloth from the lining, and tied the tree branch tightly to her hand. She turned to look at the silhouette of the city in the distance and walked out of the small courtyard.
Is Liu Jun going to find Yan Zhi?
No, she wants to go back to the original building.
Yan Zhi was hiding something from her, but she was too lazy to dig it out. Besides, what she saw was just a clone of Yan Zhi, nothing more, nothing to worry about.
That day, the waiter who suddenly stood up said that his name was Han Xiangyue and that he was a shepherd.
So many days have passed, and the enclosed building in front of us has long since become a pile of ruins. There are no longer any signs of fighting around us, and the surroundings are completely silent, so it seems that the battle has already been decided.
The people here seem exceptionally indifferent; as long as their houses aren't affected, no one even tries to sneak up and take advantage of the situation.
Those things that seemed to be the old man's good stuff were scattered everywhere in the ruins, but no one went up to pick them up. Were they so disdainful of picking up those magical artifacts and talismans?
Liu Jun simply picked up a talisman from the ground and glanced at it, immediately recognizing its extraordinary nature; it would fetch an extremely high price even if sold.
Such things are everywhere in the ruins, but no one comes to pick them up, or perhaps these things are useless to the people living here.
Liu Jun used his spiritual energy to guide the Floating Tree and released his divine sense to sweep across the ruins.
There was still a faint trace of their presence; they hadn't gone far.
No, there's still a breath under the rubble; the person didn't leave at all!
As her consciousness returned, Liu Jun suddenly opened her eyes, and a leaf from the branch in her hand broke off and withered away.
With six pieces remaining, Liu Jun cautiously walked above the aura. The shattered walls buried the entrance, and she could sense that the aura was only six or seven feet below the ground, which should be a dark room.
Liu Jun fixed his gaze on the pile of broken walls not far away, channeling his spiritual energy to blast the things on it apart with one move.
The sound was loud, but it didn't attract any attention, so Liu Jun walked over without paying much attention.
Sure enough, it was the entrance to the dark room.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
The footsteps descending from above were exceptionally crisp, each one like a taut string striking the heartstrings of someone locked in a dark room, as if deliberately set up with such a large echo, each step resounding with that person's perverted and wicked sense of humor.
Before she had taken more than a few steps, Liu Jun smelled the damp and indescribable odor in the air.
The burning talismanic light slowly drew closer, and the steps were about to reach their end.
The shadow fell behind him and then folded against the wall. The talisman light flickered, and Liu Jun could only see that there was nothing in the small, dark room except for two people lying on the ground, their fate unknown. But the hundreds of compartments carved out of the stone wall on the side contained everything, including the man who was nailed to the wall.
If it weren't for the fact that he could still hear his faint breathing, Liu Jun would have truly thought that no one was alive here.
The nails that had pinned the man in place were rusty, as if they hadn't been used in a long time, and large patches of mold had grown on the rotting flesh around the wounds where the nails had driven in.
He looked like a corpse, yet he was still breathing; he was still alive, enduring immense suffering, yet he remained alive, his breath never fading.
Did he want to live, or did that pervert not want him to die?
Liu Jun recognized the two people on the ground; they were the old man and the waiter. However, the old man was already dead, and the other one had also stopped breathing.
Was the person on the wall watching them die?
His eyes were not open, or perhaps they couldn't open. It was also unknown whether he still had his hearing or whether he knew that his people had come to rescue him.
Liu Jun lit another talisman, making the dark room appear brighter.
"Six nails, it'll take some effort, you..."
He ultimately didn't say the words "bear with it" aloud, and instead used his spiritual energy to pull out the nails from a distance, forming claws with his hand.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
Even though he had long since become accustomed to the pain from the torture, the resounding thud of nails hitting the ground still made him tremble with fear, even if the trembling was barely perceptible.
Someone came to rescue him.