Cyberpunk: Mysteries World

After John Smith picked up all the arrows, he looked at the last arrow nailed to the zombie's head, sighed, and covered his nose to pull it out.

He first pulled hard but failed to get it out, resulting in more insects crawling out. He stepped back in panic and crushed quite a few of them underfoot.

Despite this, he moved closer to the zombie again, held his breath, and slowly twisted the arrow a few times before pulling it out.

After rubbing the arrowheads clean on the zombie, he put the arrows back into the quiver. There were twenty arrows left, and not a single one was missing, which was the only thing to be thankful for.

Although he felt a little disgusted, John couldn't help but take another look at the zombie. After making sure it didn't stand up again, he walked deeper into the passage, trying to find the way to the end of the first-level dungeon.

The rest of the route was very safe. He turned a few corners without encountering any monsters and soon arrived at a large room with rows of cells on both sides. The wooden doors looked very rotten.

Inside those cells were corpses, not only human corpses but also those of various monsters. No one knows what mistakes they made to be locked up here.

But no matter what, they can no longer leave, as these monsters have completely lost their life characteristics, unless they are undead creatures themselves.

This may be why skeletons and zombies appeared before, instead of other monsters. It seems they were all locked up here, but then no one took care of them, so they all died.

John slowly walked through the middle of the cell, while constantly observing these emaciated monsters to prevent them from suddenly rising up and breaking through the cage.

Some of these monsters still had their original appearances vaguely recognizable, including giant, flattened spiders, bugs with only giant shells left, and even a dried-up tree.

The rest were mostly skeletons. In addition to some human-like ones, there were also some very large skeletons, which seemed to be bears or something like that. There were also some very small skeletons, probably only half the height of a human, resembling dwarfs.

Looking at these strange corpses and skeletons, John could imagine how terrifying and brutal these monsters were before he was born. He really didn't want to encounter these things on his way forward.

Whether he encountered a bear or a giant spider, he felt he was in great danger. As long as he couldn't shoot them from a distance, there was a high probability that he would become their food if he got close to them.

At the end of the room, he saw a skeleton that looked like a human skeleton. Next to it was another broken skeleton, but this skeleton was not human-shaped; it looked like a large canine.

The lower body of this canine monster was broken, but it had kept biting the skeleton until its death, and it looked like they died together.

John looked behind the skeleton and saw a backpack. The backpack was rotten and there didn't seem to be much in it.

He thought for a moment and said softly, "I'm sorry, I don't want to disturb you, but in order to lift the family curse, I must continue. If you are my ancestor, please bless me."

After saying that, he gently turned over the skeleton and then opened the backpack that crumbled at the slightest touch. Inside were a few bags of bread. Through the plastic bags, he could see that the bread had grown mold and had become dry and flat. He didn't know if there were bacteria in it or if the bags were not sealed well enough.

But these were not what John wanted to find. After pushing aside the bread that was beyond description, he saw a pitch-black round ball. If he was not mistaken, this thing should be called a grenade. It was a very ancient thing, but he didn't know if it could still be used now.

After carefully taking out the grenade, he observed it and found some rust on it, but not too serious. He also didn't know if it would explode if accidentally bumped or squeezed.

Although this thing was a bit dangerous, he still put it in his backpack. This would be one of the few means of attack. He just hoped that this thing would not explode immediately when he pulled it.

After putting away the grenade, John took off the canine monster's head, then laid the senior who had entered the dungeon flat on the ground and put the backpack on it, though the backpack was covered with bones.

There was no soil in the dungeon, so it was impossible to dig a hole. John could only use this method as a substitute for a grave so that this predecessor could rest in peace.

"Thank you for the gift, senior. I hope you can help me leave this dungeon alive." After saying that, John stood up and walked to the end of the room.

There was a shabby wooden door at the end of the room. It was only half-open and not locked. Even the key and lock were still hanging on the door, as if the person guarding the cell had left in a hurry.

He could imagine what happened here. It was very likely that a monster escaped, or some monster rushed into the cell, so they were forced to evacuate, and even a fierce battle took place.

After leaving the cell, John continued walking forward, but he felt a little hungry after walking not far. After all, he had been here for quite some time. Fortunately, he had put bread in his backpack when he came in.

He walked forward while eating, but he always felt something was wrong. He looked up and found that there were groups of bats hanging above his head. These bats seemed to have not noticed him at all and just hung there quietly.

After a quick look, he estimated that there must be tens of thousands of bats. He couldn't see the end at a glance, mainly because he couldn't see clearly from a distance and the candles in the dungeon were too dim.

Just as John was about to move forward, the bats above his head became a little restless, as if they were about to fly up at the next moment.

Seeing this, he turned around and ran back without hesitation. Before he had taken a few steps, the bats flew up one after another. They all opened their big mouths full of sharp teeth and had tentacles and eyeballs on their tails. Then they quickly rushed towards John.

These bats were too small and too numerous to kill with bows and arrows, axes, or even grenades.

If these bats were blood-sucking, John felt that he would not be able to hold out for long and would probably be sucked dry soon.

Fortunately, he was not too far away from the previous cell, so he turned around and ran back, and finally rushed to the door before the bats caught up with him.

But just as he entered and was about to close the door, a bat flew in through the gap in the door and attacked him.

Seeing this, John hurriedly swung his axe, but the bat was too agile. It cleverly avoided all attacks and bit his arm.

He quickly retracted his hand, and the bat missed its target and only tore off a little fabric of his coat, without hurting him.

John then swung the axe desperately, trying to drive away the bat. The bat immediately flew away, but did not give up. Instead, it kept looking for opportunities to attack.

When he saw the bat flying away, he quickly took out his bow and arrow and shot at the bat, but the bat was flying too fast and he couldn't aim at all.

The bat did not wait for him to aim slowly and soon rushed up again. John released the bowstring in panic and the arrow was almost shot randomly, failing to hit the bat.

But to his surprise, the bat actually bumped into the arrow because of its fast speed, and was immediately pierced through the heart. It was really like a blind cat catching a dead mouse.

In fact, John was not afraid of the bat. What he feared was getting sick if bitten by a bat. If he accidentally got sick in such a place, he would most likely die.