Book 4: Chapter 42: Third Installment

Book 4: Chapter 42: Third Installment

None of us spoke as we rested there, but after a while, Fatty eventually asked, "Where's the little bee?"

I wiped the sweat off of my face and found that the ink on Fatty's face was soaked with sweat and had smeared into a big mess that made it look like his face was painted. I figured I was probably in the same situation, so I took out my pen and tried to write the words again. But when I did, I found that the oil-based pen couldnt write on my greasy face.

"Is it possible that were too greasy, so it doesn't want to mess with us?" I asked Fatty.

"I don't think so. I think its more likely that our specs are high, so theyll want to dispatch their queen bee," Fatty responded.

Rationally speaking, I didnt think it was possible.

"Maybe bringing that bronze piece with us is keeping this strange situation in check? Fatty continued. I think this whole thing is just a massive hallucination. And in the hallucination, I came to this dragon vein and endured many experiences."

We were in a very tense situation right now, so emotionally speaking, I figured that it was possible. But in many stories, this kind of thing was usually

the embodiment of some ancient powers consciousness. I forgot which movie I saw it in, though.

This kind of power would make people hang themselves, so it was probably extremely evil.

As we were talking, Poker-Face suddenly made a pi" sound and directed our attention to the place he was looking at. When we turned to look, we saw that a row of flashlight beams had appeared above us.

Poker-Face and I looked at each other, and then I said, "Xie Yuhua, what the fuck? Did you forget what your childhood friend looks like?"

"Then turn on your flashlight and let me have a look," Xiao Hua said.

I looked at Poker-Face again and saw that he was already making a gesture which meant that we should follow him up and launch a sneak attack. Wed have to take the initiative first; otherwise, I was afraid that wed be stuck in a stalemate for a long time and it would be easy for the other party to come down and attack us.

The other party could divide themselves up, but we could only act together because of the bronze piece, so we began to climb up slowly.

Xiao Hua, seeing that we didn't say anything, continued talking, "Don't play any more tricks; it doesn't work on us anymore. Our team won't be parasitized again."

We climbed up quickly, but since it was almost pitch black here, we could only find the drop point and position of the safety anchors according to Poker-Face's quiet prompts.

But as we closed the distance and I began to hear the breathing sounds of their team, I realized that there were many people.

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TN Notes:

(1) I used hoarse, but the direct translation is drake throat. Its a derogatory description of a low-pitched, husky voice that sounds like a quacking duck.