Chapter 64
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After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Jue woke up with a hand on his head. His whole body was in pain.
He knew that Shirley's self-healing ability had saved his life again.
It was dark all around him. Fortunately, the flashlight and backpack had fallen beside him.
The quality of the flashlight given by the SCP was not bad. He picked it up and tapped it twice in his hand. The flashlight lit up again.
The place he had fallen into was a huge black cave. The edges were very neat. It was definitely not formed naturally, but it did not look like it was carved by humans either.
If he had fallen into the Changbai Mountains, he would probably have looked carefully to see if there was a young man in black squatting in a corner.
However, this was the Alps. This was the world of the SCP.
Therefore, what he would see later was most likely not the bronze door, but an SCP project.
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If he guessed correctly, this should be the interior of the dragon's cave.
In fact, he had always been a little curious.
According to the information provided by GOC, the dragon's wingspan was only a few meters when they found it.
Under their continuous destruction, the dragon's wingspan had reached an astonishing 300 meters. It had grown from a small dragon to a real giant.
Then, the question was, how did the dragon's cave grow bigger with it?
Was there a special construction team tailor-made for it?
Of course, that was impossible.
Zhang Jue walked in the cave while thinking about these boring questions.
This giant dragon probably had the ability to expand space.
Zhang Jue had fallen at the end of a cave. Therefore, he had no choice but to go deeper into the mountain.
If an ordinary person walked in such a dark cave, they would be considered brave if their legs did not go weak from fear.
However, as mentioned earlier, Zhang Jue was not very sensitive to emotions like fear. Therefore, he walked in the dark cave as if he was sightseeing.
"Little conch, didi didi blow, the seagulls fly blind when they hear it. Little conch, didi didi blow, the waves cry when they hear it."
At this time, he was humming the childish song he was good at. Of course, it was not because he was afraid, but because he was in a hurry this time and forgot to bring melon seeds.
Zhang Jue continued to walk forward. After walking out of the long corridor, a vast space suddenly appeared in front of him. Zhang Jue used his flashlight to roughly illuminate the space. The entire space was probably the size of a few football fields.
According to normal construction, such a large space should have load-bearing pillars, but there was nothing like that here.
The entire space seemed to have been forcefully pulled out from the inside of the mountain by an unknown force.
This should be the resting place of the dragons. As expected, he couldn't use common sense to speculate.
From the looks of it, the dragon should not be in this lair at this time.
With the danger gone, Zhang Jue heaved a sigh of relief.
He looked around and found another passage at the back of the space.
The passage was dark and hidden. Zhang Jue had a feeling that if the dragon really had a secret, there might be some clues in there.
Just as he was hesitating whether or not to go in, his foot suddenly slipped as if he had stepped on something round.
Zhang Jue picked it up and found that it was a fountain pen.
Good heavens, someone had beaten him to it. Needless to say, it must be someone from the Snake's Hand.
There was no need to hesitate. Whether or not there was danger inside, he had to take a look.
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