The Swamp of the Specter, a place filled with a horrible stench.
The moonlight shone down on the land, making the place look even clearer.
Instead of calling it a swamp, it was more accurate to call it a giant cesspool … The swamp was filled with a dark brown, sticky substance. The substance kept wriggling and rising to the surface, giving off a suffocating stench.
On the surface of the swamp, there were many small paths made of mud and rock. The paths were like blood vessels, intertwining with each other. There was no pattern to it, but it was the path that the players had to take to pass through this place.
After the five players exited the Taunting Forest, they arrived at the edge of the swamp.
By then, Uncle Worthless had already put on the Pessimist's Skull. He walked to the front of the group and stood with his hand over his nose. After observing his nose, he removed the helmet to take a look before putting it back on. He said in a low voice, "When you wear this, a translucent green 'light path' will appear before your eyes."
"Hmm … Then … if we follow this light path that only Walkerr's believers can see, we should be able to pass through this swamp safely," Hong Hu said.
"Ah …" At that moment, Atobe finally reached his limit … and vomited. But there was nothing in his stomach, only a puddle of liquid.
"Hey, hey … Are you okay?" Hong Hu tilted his head to look at him.
"Hah … Hah …" Atobe gasped for air, and with two more coughs, he licked away the gastric juices that stuck to his lips before replying, "Even after vomiting … it doesn't seem to be getting any better! I still feel so disgusted! "
"I advise you to get used to it as soon as possible …" Feng Bujue's chilling voice rang out. "In a while, you'll have to walk on the mud path on the surface of the swamp, and then the stench in the air will thicken." He scoffed. "Humph … If you can't even stand something like this, then you'll be in danger …"
"What … what danger?" Flying Pegasus, who stood next to Brother Jue, asked nervously.
"Isn't that obvious?" Feng Bujue turned his head around and pointed at the swamp before them. "If one is affected by the stench, it will cause one's concentration to drop, and one's mind and body to become sluggish. Then … what if your foot slipped while you were walking … "
Atobe's expression shifted, and he roared angrily, "Don't say something so scary!"
When Sky Steed Soaring Sky heard this, his face turned ashen. He muttered, "Damn it … As a hero, I cannot die in a place like this …"
"Indeed … It's unimaginable …" Even Uncle Worthless muttered with a sullen face.
Hong Hu added, "And in that kind of situation, I'm afraid no one will lend a helping hand … because it's very likely that they'll be dragged down together."
"Hehe … Looks like you guys have already recognized the dangers of this shit swamp." Feng Bujue sneered. "That's right … What we're about to face now … is one of the most terrifying forms of death in the world — drowning in feces."
"This kind of term that can't be found in the dictionary has just been uttered by you!" Atobe shouted. "Before this … this place was called the Ghost Swamp, right? Even if it's full of shit, it's still called Ghost Swamp! "
"One wrong step …" Feng Bujue ignored the mockery and continued, "… and you'll fall into the abyss." When he said that, his expression was serious. "If you accidentally fall down, don't expect anyone to come and save you. In any case, I won't reach out to help."
"That's such a heartless line …" Uncle Worthless added. "But I have to admit that I'm thinking the same thing …"
"Even if we crawl out of the swamp on our own, I believe we'll be abandoned by our teammates …" Feng Bujue added.
"Don't worry about that. If I fall, I'll force myself to retreat …" Brother Ma replied firmly.
Hong Hu pushed the glasses up his nose. "That's my plan as well."
"I won't fall down." Cold sweat slid down Uncle Worthless' temples. "If I'm unlucky enough to slip … I'll force myself to retreat before I touch the feces."
"Tsk … I already wanted to force myself to retreat two hours ago …" Atobe pulled a long face and narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, right …" Feng Bujue heard what Atobe said, and he seemed to be reminded of something. He turned around and threw out both of his fists at an empty spot.
"Hey, this is the third time you've done this, right?" Hong Hu noticed something and said, "If I'm not mistaken … you'll do this every hour." He paused, and his eyes shifted. "You said it was an exercise … but in reality, you're leveling up a skill, right?"
"Fine … You've seen through me." Feng Bujue replied expressionlessly. "That's right, this skill is the legendary ultimate skill, the Dragon Claw Hand to catch the Beep. Humph … Even if you kneel down and beg me, I won't teach you. "
"Who's going to believe you!" Hong Hu roared. "How can there be such a dirty skill in this game? Even if there is … who else will learn it other than you? "
"Alright, let's not dwell on this." Brother Jue changed the topic. "There's still an hour until the time limit to complete the mission. Since we're taking a shortcut, we have plenty of time. If there's no accident, we'll be able to cross this swamp and reach our destination in half an hour. " His eyes scanned the group. "Everyone … with the respect of drowning, let's get on with it!"
"Hmm … In any case, let's confirm the order we'll take when we cross the swamp," Uncle Sam said. "The paths are very narrow, so we'll have to walk in a single file." He patted his chest. "With me leading the way, the order behind us will be …"
"I'll cover the rear," Hong Hu said. "My sleuthing mastery is not bad, and I have a good view. Standing at the back will allow me to see the whole situation and prevent ambushes from coming from all directions. "
"I'll just follow behind Uncle Sam," Unrestrained Spirit said.
Atobe heard that and turned to look at Feng Bujue. "Then, only the third and fourth are left. Do you want to walk in front of me or behind me?"
"I'm not going with you." Feng Bujue gave a shocking answer.
"What?" Everyone had the same reaction.
"You guys go ahead. I need to explore this swamp." Feng Bujue replied. "Based on my many years of gaming experience, in this kind of maze where the environment is harsh and the players don't want to stay for long, there are usually a few good items hidden. Most of them are hidden in isolated dead ends … I need to find them."
"Hey, hey … you've got to be kidding me," Uncle Sam said. "The setting here couldn't be more obvious, right? Players only need to follow the path mapped out by the Pessimist's Skull, and they'll be able to cross this place safely. But the other paths … might lead to traps. "
"That's right … Perhaps as we walk, we'll lose our footing or be dragged down by something …" Hong Hu added.
"I didn't plan to use those paths to begin with." Feng Bujue shrugged. "I can walk on air about one meter above the swamp." As he spoke, he turned to leave. "If necessary, I can stand in the air for a while. If not … I can walk on the surface of sh * t. " As he said that, he looked at both ends of the swamp. "In other words, as long as the bottom of my feet is facing the ground, I won't fall."
"Hmm … If this was a normal person, I would probably say a few words of advice …" Ambitionist thought about it for a few seconds before replying, "But … since it's you, since you reap what you sow, I won't hold you back."
"Humph …" Feng Bujue laughed smugly. "When I didn't bring Cheng Ying to explore the Black Dragon Swamp, you were still playing with your finger drawing."
"Huh?" Hong Hu showed a confused expression.
The others didn't understand what Brother Jue meant. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say. It seemed that people of their generation were indeed unfamiliar with DOS games. Otherwise, they would have recognized the movements of the Wild Ball Punch.
"Let's not talk about it anymore." Feng Bujue covered his mouth and nose with one hand and bent forward. "You don't have to wait for me. Go in when you reach the Temple of Faith. I'll catch up with you."
After that, Brother Jue stomped his feet and flew into the air.
He used the Geppo and maintained a height of more than one meter above the swamp. He moved slowly like a dragonfly and gradually disappeared …
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