Cyberpunk: Mysteries World

John Smith did not bring too many arrows; he just filled a quiver and hung it around his waist. Although this wasn't too heavy, carrying too many would make him tired.

On his way back, he would occasionally encounter one or two skeletons, and sometimes even zombies, but these were relatively easy to deal with. After his strength recovered a little, he could use his weapons to enhance them again.

However, he discovered that weapon enhancements caused great damage to arrows. Basically, one arrow could be damaged after one or two uses. After all, while damaging the monster, the arrow was also damaged.

After he killed the tenth skeleton he encountered, he leaned against the wall exhausted. This dungeon seemed to have no end. He had walked so far but still hadn't found the end of the first level of the dungeon.

He hadn't even found the clues on the stone tablet, nor seen any death or traps, or any illusions or weirdness. If he had to say there was something, the bag being stolen and the hallucinations caused by poisoning in his dream could barely be considered weird.

After taking a break, he continued to move forward, but after turning a corner, he came to a strange room. There was a huge tree in the room, and the canopy almost occupied the upper half of the room.

There were two things hanging on the huge tree. One was a fruit that looked like bread and appeared delicious. He happened to be very hungry at the moment.

But another thing made John shudder. They were mummies. Some of the dead bodies were monsters, and some were human. They were hanging on the vines, swaying in the wind.

He retracted his legs, which had already stepped in. He didn't know what was going on with the tree, but he could see the mummies.

People have very rich associative abilities. He quickly thought that there might be a monster hiding nearby, or even that the tree might be alive, and these mummies were its prey. Just like a carnivorous plant, it sits by the tree and waits for its prey to take the bait.

John wanted to leave here, but he had already walked through several dead ends and only here seemed passable. He could even see the wooden door behind the tree by the green fluorescence on the ground.

He didn't know what to do for a moment. There was no other way to go back, but it was obviously very dangerous here. As long as he stepped into this room, he would probably be hung up like those mummies.

Looking at the man-eating tree inside, he started to think. If he wanted to get through here, he must know what kind of monsters were inside, or how the tree attacked. Once he knew how it attacked, he could effectively avoid it.

Thinking of this, he picked up a bone not far away and tried to throw it in. The moment the bone was thrown in, a green vine swung over, immediately wrapped around the bone, and then hung it under the tree canopy.

As expected, he would be attacked after entering. John took a deep breath. Fortunately, he did not rush in rashly; otherwise, he would be the one hanging there now.

After seeing this situation, he picked up a few bones again, but this time he threw two at the same time. The next moment, another vine swung out, wrapped around one of the bones, and hung it in the air.

Then another vine swung out and rolled up another bone that fell on the ground. Seeing this scene, he had an idea.

He then brought a lot of bones and threw them into the room one by one, and the vines on the tree were also thrown out one by one.

John threw bones forward as he walked, and each time he threw out another one just as the vines finished wrapping around him, leaving the vines no time to attack him.

When he had thrown all the bones in his arms, he had only walked half the distance of the room. However, he was prepared for this. He immediately picked up an arrow and threw it forward.

Sure enough, the vines continued to attack the arrows. It seemed that this man-eating tree only attacked those in the front. This showed that the intelligence of this monster was not very high, and it probably still belonged to the category of plants.

When John was almost at the end, he saw the low-hanging tree canopy next to the door, with some bread-like fruits hanging on it.

He resisted the urge to pick the arrows, threw the last arrow in the quiver away, opened the wooden door, and ran out, and the vines rolled the arrow into the air.

Just when the whole room had returned to calm, the wooden door was suddenly opened again, and then an arrow was thrown into the air again, and the vines reacted quickly and rolled over.

At the same time, John's hand reached out for the fruit, pulled it down, and immediately closed the door with a bang. At this moment, a vine hit the wooden door heavily.

He hurriedly ran forward a few steps, then turned his head to look, and made sure that there were no vines sticking out from inside, then he felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, he didn't pick the fruit directly; otherwise, he would not be able to escape. After all, he was picking the fruit of the man-eating tree. How could it not feel anything?

John looked at the hard-earned fruit in his hand and then glanced at the remaining quiver. There were only fifteen arrows left in it, four of which were damaged by wear and tear.

A quiver of arrows in exchange for safe passage through the room and one arrow in exchange for food. It's not too bad, but I don't know if the food is edible.

After breaking the fruit open, he saw that the inside was full of cotton-like white fibers. It didn't look poisonous, but after what happened with the piranhas, he wasn't sure if this thing was edible.

And there was another reason why he didn't try the fruit. From another perspective, the fruit was irrigated with corpses. Would eating the fruit be equivalent to cannibalism?

Just as he was struggling, his stomach growled, as if protesting against him, as if to say that there was food but he didn't eat it. What was he waiting for?

John gritted his teeth, picked up a small piece, and put it in his mouth. After chewing it for a few times, he found that it was not as delicious as it looked. It was a bit sour, a bit astringent, and even a bit fishy.

This made him think of bad things. After all, what kind of things have a fishy smell? Probably everyone knows this, but now that he understands it, it is a little hard to accept.

He forced himself not to think about those messy things. After a while, he felt nothing wrong with his body, so he started eating with big mouthfuls.

He had learned a lesson from his last experience of eating fish, so he waited longer this time and only ate the breadfruit after he was sure that there was nothing wrong.

Although this thing was not poisonous, it left him with a greater psychological trauma, making him feel as if he was eating a human being, and he almost vomited several times.

He felt that if he spent any more time in this place, he would probably go crazy. This place was constantly challenging his bottom line and refreshing his worldview.

John hoped to leave this damn place before he completely lost his mind. If it weren't for the death curse hanging over his head, he would have been eager to leave here long ago.

After calming down, he continued to walk forward, but the corpses hanging on the tree kept appearing in his mind, and the breadfruits kept overlapping with the images of those corpses.

This forced him to focus on the monsters that appeared, concentrating on pulling the bow and arrow, aiming at the skeletons that had no means of long-range attack, and shooting them to death one by one.

After killing a dozen skeletons and several zombies, he felt very tired.

He even had an illusion that this dungeon had no end. He had walked so far without finding any valuable clues, let alone the end of the dungeon.

After half leaning against the wall for a while, he stood up again and walked with heavy steps into the depths of the passage, looking for the end that might not exist.

After he walked through several passages, he suddenly felt a different light flickering in front of him, and even a shadow was cast on the wall, but the shadow was so large that he couldn't tell what kind of creature it was.

John immediately took two quick steps forward upon seeing this; he really needed some changes right now.

But when he turned the passage, he saw a pair of fiery red eyes staring at him, and the owner of those eyes had terrible fangs and red flames coming out of its mouth.

John looked into the eyes of the skinned dog-like monster. It was obvious that this was not the change he wanted. After a moment of silence, the dog suddenly barked wildly: "Woof, woof woof woof!"

Seeing the flames flying out of the dog's mouth, he turned around and ran without thinking, and the dog chased him madly.