Infernal Artist

Liu Ping walked out of the secret room and came to the cliff again.

"Ah...just leaving like this? I always feel like something is missing..."

He muttered to himself, frowning.

This place is already thirty-nine underground, only a few dozen feet away from the bottom of the cliff.

——The fortieth floor is not far away.

This cliff is a trap.

So--

Has it killed anyone over the years? How many people have you killed?

the most important is--

Have any treasures been collected over the years?

Liu Ping couldn't help but rub his hands.

The master is no longer here. If there are treasures collected, it should be taken by oneself. This is a matter of course.

When he thought of this, he stretched out his hand.

boom--

Countless spiritual stones filled the cliff and stretched upward along the two walls.

Liu Ping walked into the spirit stone, and his whole body slowly sank downwards.

A moment.

He reached the bottom of the cliff, found the trap center behind a hidden rock, and stopped it with a special technique.

A long buzzing sound sounded.

All the strangulation arrays densely covered in the cliff stopped functioning.

Liu Ping collected all the spirit stones, and the bottom of the cliff suddenly revealed its original appearance.

It has not been maintained for many years, and it is overgrown with weeds. Occasionally, you can see some bones and debris buried in the grass.

Liu Ping searched back and forth and finally found a storage bag.

He enthusiastically placed one hand on the storage bag, while the other hand kept changing his tricks.

After changing the technique dozens of times, the storage bag finally opened with a "snap".

"let me see--"

"A jade slip to record events. Oh, it turns out that I got information about this cliff and knew that it can lead directly to the forty floors underground, so I came to find out."

"The seven cultivation techniques are all the most boring and boring ones. They are boring."

"The alchemy furnace... is of such poor quality that it explodes too easily. I don't even bother to take it."

"There are five thousand spiritual stones. You went out for an outing? So few spiritual stones? Is this it?"

Liu Ping casually threw the alchemy furnace on the ground and only collected the spirit stones and Taoist secrets, feeling rather uninterested.

He was a little disappointed, and reluctantly searched the grass again, and finally found something wrong.

There are too many bone residues.

That is to say——

Many people died.

But there is only one storage bag.

"What, all these years, only one unlucky guy has brought money? What do the others think, coming to such a dangerous place without bringing all the fighting stuff?"

Liu Ping murmured, his expression gradually becoming serious.

He walked around the bottom of the rugged cliff and finally found the photo array.

Six spirit stones are required to activate the photo array.

Five thousand minus six equals four thousand nine hundred and ninety-four——

Today I obviously harvested 5,000 spirit stones, but ended up spending another six, and in the end I only got 4,994.

And this matter cannot be reported to the Demon King. After all, it has nothing to do with others. He has to come down to check the situation.

good, very good.

Liu Ping endured the pain in his body, put the six spiritual stones into the grooves of the magic circle, and then gently kneaded the magic formula.

The magic circle gradually lit up, emitting a spiritual light that condensed into a picture of the past.

I saw a practitioner wearing battle armor appearing on the edge of the cliff.

He held a jade slip in his hand, looked at the cliff, nodded and said: "Finally found the way to the lower level, I can find out."

The cultivator collected the jade slips, held the weapon in his hand, and carefully jumped out of the cliff——

Thousands of spiritual lights condensed into threads and twisted around him.

The cultivator suddenly turned into a pile of bones and dregs, slowly flying down the cliff.

His personal storage bag also fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Liu Ping looked at the storage bag in his hand and found that it was the one that this person had dropped.

That's right.

But there are still so many bones and dregs...

Whose is it?

Liu Ping pinched the magic formula to speed up the display of the imaging array.

I saw the light and shadow changing rapidly. After a few days, there was movement on the cliff again.

A practitioner held a jade slip in his hand, looked at the cliff, nodded and said: "Finally found the way to the lower level, I can find out."

The practitioner collected the jade slips, held the shield in his hand, and carefully jumped out of the cliff——

He was directly obliterated by the trap and fell down into a handful of bones.

A few more days passed.

A practitioner held a jade slip in his hand, looked at the cliff, nodded and said: "Finally found the way to the lower level, I can find out."

The practitioner collected the jade slips, held the array disk in his hand, and carefully jumped out of the cliff——

He was directly obliterated by the trap and fell down into a handful of bones.

This situation lasted for six or seven times, and finally there was a change.

Chapter eight.

A practitioner held a jade slip in his hand, looked at the cliff, nodded and said: "This is a trap that cannot be climbed down. It seems that I have to find another way to walk."

he's gone.

Gradually, the scenery behind passed quickly, but no one came to this cliff again.

Liu Ping numbly collected the spiritual stones on the magic circle and stood there in a daze for a while.

If people often come to the cliff to explore the situation and are killed by traps——

This is actually quite normal.

But what's unusual is that it's the same person who comes to the cliff to investigate the situation every time.

That practitioner.

No matter how many times he is killed, even if he is reduced to bones, he can still come back to life and come to investigate the situation.

It wasn't until there was really no other way that he changed his route.

"...They are just controlled, playing their roles in one world deduction after another - just like a play."

The little girl's words echoed in his ears again, making Liu Ping feel chills in his heart.

The jade slip guides practitioners to explore the cliff.

Similarly, countless practitioners are doing something according to their roles.

Is this part of the game?

"No...I have to go to other floors to see where the practitioner ended up."

he murmured.

Two lines of small characters suddenly appeared before my eyes:

"Notice."

"It's getting dark. You must set off immediately to return to the world of the living."

Liu Ping sighed.

He activated all the traps and waved his hand——

Suddenly, endless spiritual stones filled the entire cliff.

While being buried among countless spiritual stones, lines of small words continued to pop up in front of Liu Ping's eyes:

"You keep placing spiritual stones under your feet."

"You are constantly collecting spiritual stones around your body and on top of your head."

"You're moving straight up."

…

dusk.

The setting sun has set, revealing a trace of blood on the distant horizon.

A long bell rang in the town.

Old K stopped and said: "You came back just in time. The first bell rang. I have to go to the town gate to meet everyone, but before that - I will take you to the safe house."

Liu Ping followed him and asked, "I really don't need to keep vigil?"

"You need to learn more. Only when the boss thinks you have the basic ability to protect yourself will he let you stay vigil with us." Old K said.

The two came to a stable.

Old K pressed on a piece of wood, and a narrow entrance opened under the stable.

"The sealing array on the magic side has been opened. There is water and food inside. You can have a good rest inside and wait until daybreak." Old K said.

"Yes." Liu Ping said.

He reached down and walked down.

"Wait a minute." Old K said.

Liu Ping turned around.

Old K took out a pistol from behind and said, "Take this, use it for self-protection if anything happens."

"Since we have arrived at the safe house, why do we still need to protect ourselves?" Liu Ping took the gun and asked.

"Just in case, besides, you will need weapons in the future." Old K smiled.

"What if I need to get out of the safe house?"

"The power source of this magic house comes from the magic fire in the fireplace. It will automatically extinguish tomorrow morning. In addition, as long as you extinguish the magic fire, the passage out will be opened."

He nodded at Liu Ping, turned and left.

Liu Ping held a pistol and stood on the downward steps for a while, then slowly walked down.

Stone steps appeared out of thin air, supporting his feet, while the ground closed above his head and behind his back, without any trace of opening.

After walking for nearly ten breaths, it suddenly became clear that there was a room with animal skins on the floor.

The room was not big, with seven or eight water glasses placed on the table, and white rectangular strips neatly stacked in the corners.

In the fireplace, the fire burned brightly.

Liu Ping picked up the water cup, and a line of small words suddenly appeared in the void:

"Magic water cup, water storage capacity: 700 cubic meters."

Because of being exposed to the knowledge of the night watchman, Liu Ping already had an understanding of basic units such as "cubic meters."

He walked to the corner and picked up a white rectangular bar.

Two lines of small words floated in the void:

"Individual combat rations, human race."

“One ration can supplement the food consumption of an average person for five days.”

——Isn’t this the Bigu Pill?

Why does Bigu Pill take so long and is so inconvenient?

Liu Ping looked puzzled, put the white rectangular bar back, walked to the fireplace and sat on the floor.