Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 2327 - 1811: Ancient Well Horror (Double - )
If the poison were weaker, it would be fine; he could hold on until the paralysis wore off. But if the poison is lethal, he can only watch helplessly as he is slowly poisoned to death.
If it really ends like this, it’s too suffocating. It’d be better to crawl out of the well and have a life-or-death fight with Carving Dragon. At least it wouldn’t be so frustrating. Damn it!
"Oh no!"
The less you want something to happen, the more it does. After being poisoned, his health dropped like an open faucet. In less than five seconds, he was already halfway down, which meant he could only last another five seconds before his health bar would be empty, tasting death by poison.
Damn it, damn it!
Su Ran didn’t want to die here. He desperately tried to move his arm, refusing to give up the last chance. Even if only one second remained, he would fight to the end!
As long as he could get the Ancient Relic, he had a chance to survive!
Unfortunately.
No matter how hard he tried, even using all his strength, he couldn’t break through the paralysis. Despair grew in his heart. Even if he didn’t want to think about it, he had to face reality. This time, he was finished. Previously, he thought he wouldn’t die in the ancient well with the zombie’s Unsealing ability, but now it seemed he was too naïve.
However.
Just when Su Ran was about to enter the countdown to death, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded before him.
The poisonous mist, instead of going anywhere else, went towards his groin. It was directly absorbed there, releasing him from the paralysis with ease.
"Ha ha, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!"
After regaining freedom, Su Ran didn’t rush to grab the Ancient Relic. Instead, he grabbed a handful of grave grass, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed forcefully. His health point was visibly rising and soon recovered to two-thirds.
At this moment, the stone that had been hanging in his heart finally settled. He had retracted the foot he stepped into the underworld. This feeling was really unpleasant, and he didn’t want to experience it again.
Immediately afterward, Su Ran took out the Ancient Relic, which absorbed all the toxins in his bones. Only then did he let out a complete sigh of relief. But when he prepared to also absorb the toxins in his groin, he found, to his surprise, that the poisonous mist was nowhere to be found.
"I don’t believe it. On my turf, it can hide from me?"
Su Ran knew his groin’s treasures from top to bottom and could locate any item with a mere thought, but the poisonous mist had vanished, leaving him surprised. Yet he didn’t give up, bending over and stuffing his hands into his groin, carefully rummaging around.
He turned his groin upside down and finally found the poisonous mist inside the Blazing Bronze Stove. The mist was condensed into a small ball, fused with the liquid from the dead tree, forming a green-and-white bead, hovering within the stove, flickering brilliantly.
Su Ran pondered this. The dead tree, ancient well’s poisonous mist, and Blazing Bronze Stove must be closely connected, and he accidentally stumbled into completing this step. It must be luck.
"Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, are you dead?"
While he was deep in thought, Carving Dragon’s voice came from above the wellhead.
"Not at all, sorry to disappoint you. I’m very much alive; how could I be dead?"
Su Ran loudly replied, "There are plenty of good things in the well, Guild Master Carving, aren’t you coming down to take a look?"
"What? Still alive? How is that possible?!"
Upon hearing Su Ran’s confident voice, Carving Dragon was stunned. The turn of events surpassed his control and deviated from the script; does this mean it all worked out for Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained?
"Guild Master, this guy didn’t die, meaning the ancient well is no longer hazardous!"
Previously, the strategizing player turned pale, "There are many dangers in the ancient well, and the rewards must not be small. We cannot let Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained obtain them alone; we must seize them back!"
"Get in there! Kill Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained! Take all the treasures back for me!"
Carving Dragon was so angry his liver trembled. Countless brain cells were sacrificed for this ancient well, a hundred brothers fell, and at this crucial moment, it benefited Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, all by his own doing!
It’s an immense humiliation!
"Charge!!!"
"Kill Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, seize the treasures back!"
The players gathered courage and charged towards the ancient well, but hadn’t run far before sharp, strange noises echoed from the wellhead. Next, dozens of dry corpses leaped out, charging at the incoming players.
"Damn, why are you popping up now?"
"Are you all traitors? Ignoring Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained and choosing to deal with your own brothers, are you mad?"
Carving Dragon nearly fumed himself into a stroke. These dry corpses were his dispatched subordinates, totaling fifty-one. Now they’ve turned against him, adding insult to injury!
"Guild Master, it’s useless to say more; they’re long dead, acting purely on instinct. Even if you stripped off their pants, they wouldn’t react. Save your breath, just kill them, the treasure is more important!"
"Kill!"
...
These fifty-one dry corpses were no match for Carving Dragon’s camp. In just over ten minutes, they were brutally massacred, bodies split, and forcibly refreshed by the system.
"Go, get down the well!"
Carving Dragon, terrified of the ancient well, didn’t dare try himself. He prepared to back away, letting the others jump in. Unexpectedly, after killing the corpses, his subordinates were flushed with adrenaline, not considering anything else and jostling towards the well, while Carving Dragon, caught off guard, was pushed back a step, losing balance and falling backward.
Coincidentally, he fell into the well, headfirst.
"Brothers, Guild Master Carving is leading the charge; what are we afraid of? Charge!!!"
"Guild Master Carving, we’re coming to help!"
"Close to the Horizon, victory is ours!"
Carving Dragon’s fall intensified the players’ nerves, granting them boundless courage, prompting them to leap into the ancient well, following him.
"Swish!"
The ancient well’s super-strong suction appeared again, catching everyone who jumped in off guard, accelerating their fall. Coupled with the eerie environment, the sense of death loomed over them, making them shut their eyes tightly, hoping for a miracle.
They clung to one belief: Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained fell in the well and didn’t die!
This suggests they won’t die either, and once past this hurdle, the treasures in the ancient well will be theirs!
"Splat."
Carving Dragon fell first, cushioning his fall, saving his life. But before he could use wound medicine to heal, a piercing scream echoed from above.
A mass of players fell, creating a chaotic yet spectacular scene. In a movie, it would be classic footage, but for Carving Dragon, panic set in, dropping the wound medicine, shouting "Damn," and fleeing forward.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Poor Carving Dragon only managed to escape by two meters before being buried under a heap of bodies, dying on the spot at the age of XX.
It wasn’t just Carving Dragon; others at the bottom shared his fate, meeting their end in the ancient well, gathering their souls for eternity.
"Save the Guild Master!"
The surviving henchmen searched the bodies, finding Carving Dragon’s, changing their expressions.
"Guild Master Carving, rest assured, we’ll avenge you!"
"Who killed Guild Master Carving? Step forward!"
"Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, was it you? Come out and face your death!"
