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Chapter 155 Stilt Walking Here

On the wall at the corner, just a bit higher than the heights of 夏歆言 and 慕容月, was a dense array of holes that could spark a fear of tight spaces.

Those arrowheads were continuously shot from these holes, and 凌墨 was quite curious—this stretch of road was at least a hundred meters long, so how could these things shoot so far without drooping down?

Sure enough, a game is just a game.

And on the normal wall below these holes, a phrase was similarly written—

【Poison of the Dead, Those Who Smell Die】

At the right-hand corner sloping up, a glance revealed a continuous green poisonous mist.

It seemed this toxic mist originally just lingered at the uphill section, but upon their arrival here, it began sinking down into this corridor.

The three couldn’t see the conditions within the mist, but judging by the safe distance above it and the angle of the ceiling, the mist should be relatively maintained at a constant height—just below 凌墨’s neck.

“…Damn, this malice is too great!” 慕容月 looked dumbfounded, “This is height discrimination, height discrimination!”

凌墨 glanced at her sideways, his tone particularly calm: “Are you angry? Who told you to be so short?”

“…You!” 慕容月 gritted her teeth and turned to 夏歆言, “Your boyfriend just insulted you for being short!”

夏歆言 smiled faintly, not saying anything.

The relationship between these two seemed… pretty good?

There’s hope.

“The poison gas is about to invade this corridor,” 凌墨 scanned the surroundings, “We can’t stay here long, let’s go.”

Saying this, he directly picked up 夏歆言, lifting her higher than himself a little: “Alright, this way it’s safe.”

慕容月 was startled: “Hey! What about me? You’re not actually going to abandon me, right?! We’re a team!”

夏歆言 clung to 凌墨’s neck, glanced at 慕容月, and softly said, “墨墨, help her out.”

In any case, unless it’s a mortal enemy, one should lend a hand when someone is in trouble, as long as it’s within one’s ability. Perhaps there would be no return, but forming a kind bond is good enough.

Of course, some ungrateful folks might hold a grudge even after being helped, but those are few. It’s impossible that all unlucky encounters are like that.

Moreover, she originally intended to get along with 慕容月.

虽然 凌墨 found this third wheel a bit annoying, but since 夏歆言 spoke up, he couldn’t ignore it, so with some impatience, he materialized a pair of shoes that increased her height by a full twenty centimeters: “Here, use these.”

慕容月: “…”

Are we walking on stilts?!

These are more outrageous than high heels!

Seeing her unwilling expression, 凌墨 turned and walked away while holding 夏歆言.

He couldn’t care less about indulging this girl.

Besides, they weren’t that familiar.

“Hey! Wait for me!” 慕容月 was momentarily stunned, casting aside her complaints, she kicked off her shoes, quickly put on the increased height shoes, and then leaned against the wall, struggling to catch up.

This uphill stretch wasn’t very long.

The corridor led to… a prison cell.

They now stood in the middle of the corridor in the prison, and every room on either side was housing… corpses?

Each corpse lay covered in black, draped over wooden beds, every person in the cells was in the same position, like they were all carved from the same mold, or perhaps… the game just took a shortcut with the same model?

After all, such lazy operations had been seen plenty of times in previous games.

It took 慕容月 quite a while to awkwardly step out, and upon reaching the top, she plopped down on the ground, took off her shoes, picked out a new pair from her spatial wristwatch, and began examining the surroundings: “A prison cell? Captive play?”

She patted her backside, standing up: “I’m really getting more and more curious about this place, the Witch’s Castle is set up like a death dungeon—these people can’t all be locked up by witches, right?”

“Very likely,” 凌墨 nodded slightly, pondering, “Perhaps the final boss in this dungeon is the witch?”

“Speaking of which, are these people dead or alive?” 慕容月 walked up to one of the cells, casually pulled something from her spatial wristwatch, and tossed it at the figure on the bed, but the figure showed no reaction.

“Looks like they’re dead.” 慕容月 smacked her lips, her eyes full of interest, “Gee, this game finally bothered to make corpses… now it feels a bit more real, huh? People die and turn into white light disappearing is so boring.”

夏歆言 frowned slightly.

Have even corpses started to appear?

But before she could think much more, 慕容月 turned to them: “So, how long are you two going to hold each other? The poison is already gone here.”

After they came up, the passage they took had been closed off, isolating the poison gas inside.

However, the two were still maintaining their previous actions, and 凌墨 had yet to show any intention of putting down 夏歆言.

Just looking at it was nauseating.

Being called out like that, 夏歆言 seemed to realize this, her face blushing slightly: “Ahem, 墨墨, let me down.”

凌墨 paused for a second, then gently set her down.

He was starting to dislike having a third wheel nearby.

Clearly, he could have enjoyed it a bit longer.

Tsk.

Not far ahead, there seemed to be the exit from the prison, and there were no traps along this stretch of road. The three quickly reached the end, but just as they were about to exit, an excited voice suddenly called out from beside them—

“It’s 凌墨 and Miss 夏! Great! Quickly save us!”

The three instinctively looked over and noticed 苏小白 and 孙杨 locked up in one of the cells.

The ceiling of this cell was covered with countless sharp spikes, gradually descending, squeezing their living space step by step.

If they didn’t escape before the spikes completely descended, their fate was predictable.

凌墨 and 夏歆言 quickly turned to check the situation, while 慕容月 looked somewhat displeased, curling her lip: “Am I not worthy of a name?”

However, unhappy as she was, she still followed up.

There were no doors in these prison cells, seemingly not designed for the people locked inside to escape from the start. 夏歆言 surveyed the cell and curiously asked, “How did you end up locked up?”

“We were used,” 孙杨’s expression was quite grim, “That guy with the surname 燕 told us to scout ahead, then a big stone suddenly fell and forced us to run back. The only escape route at the end of that passage was a small hole in the floor, and we ended up in this cell after jumping down.”

苏小白 completely disagreed: “We were just too careless! This dungeon is the highest difficulty dungeon; we should have been more cautious…”

“We were careless?! If it weren’t for that guy with the surname 燕 urging you to go first, would we be in this situation?!” 孙杨 was so furious he laughed, “Didn’t you say he was a god? Can a god treat us like this?”

“But even a god can’t know all the traps in a dungeon!” 苏小白 seemed confused about why he was so mad, “What does it matter? 凌墨 and the others will save us out anyway.”

凌墨: “…”

Indeed, without comparisons, there’s no hurt; he was increasingly convinced that 夏歆言 was perfect.

Finding 夏歆言 as his girlfriend was truly the luckiest thing in his life.