Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 219 - 160: Sword Manual, Hell!

She was still in her matte black battle suit with no insignia, outlining her body with perfect symmetry and strength. Her jet-black long hair was simply tied behind her head, her face expressionless, and her eyes calm as an ancient deep pool.

The hurried crowd around seemed to exist in a different world from hers.

She quietly watched Fang Qingyu, then glanced over the team behind him, her voice still plain and direct:

"Want to team up?"

Fang Qingyu paused, locking eyes with Wei Banmeng’s unwavering gaze.

He hadn’t anticipated encountering the genius from Shangjing City here.

But on second thought, it made sense.

Currently, the whole earth pit, apart from that Molting Level Life Ghost which is deadly.

The other Life Ghosts for people like Wei Banmeng or himself.

Are just resources!

Resources for cultivation and strength enhancement.

So it’s quite normal to come here for support.

The decision was made in a flash.

Fang Qingyu almost without hesitation, after pondering briefly, decisively nodded:

"Alright."

After all, it’s just the first exploration.

Having such combat power join is actually a good thing.

Fang Qingyu then turned to Qin Hui and the others: "Wei Banmeng is joining. Old rules, all actions follow command."

"Understood!" Qin Hui and the others responded immediately, looking at Wei Banmeng with increased seriousness.

Wei Banmeng seemed unsurprised by Fang Qingyu’s decisiveness, just slightly nodding in acknowledgment.

She walked over to Fang Qingyu’s side, her gaze also directed toward the edge of the Force Field.

"Entrance?" she asked, her voice still cold.

"D-7." Fang Qingyu reported the coordinates, distributing several grains of dark green Poisonous Miasma Pills to the team members, also tilting his head back to swallow one himself.

The pill dissolved instantly upon entry, a strong minty, cool bitter liquid flowed down his throat, swiftly spreading within the body, forming a thin protective layer, isolating the increasingly dense sweet and fishy smell outside.

Wei Banmeng silently took her Poisonous Miasma Pill.

Fang Qingyu took a final glance at the display of the D-7 entrance on his wrist terminal, took a deep breath, said nothing more, and held Jiang Wei’s small hand, stepping toward the invisible Force Field Barrier.

Entering the Force Field does not mean passing through a tangible barrier.

The moment the will touched the barrier, a cold and viscous sensation enveloped the entire body, as if suddenly submerged into a bottomless, viscous cold purple-black quagmire!

Buzz—

A slight dizziness swept over.

The next second, the body penetrated that invisible "water membrane."

The world in front suddenly turned upside down!

The faint clamor from the port behind, the scorching sunlight, the salty sea breeze.

All perceptions belonging to the "Human World" were completely stripped away in an instant!

Replaced by an unbreakable, intensely corrosive purple-black miasma.

Billowing, blocking most of the light, the view compressed to a very close range.

The ground was slippery and sticky, covered with a layer of dark green fungus carpet-like material, flesh membrane surface.

The air was filled with an indescribable stench, even with the protection of the Poisonous Miasma Pill, the nauseating feeling directly hitting the brain was sickening.

The light was dim, only some moss-like structures exuding pale white or ghostly green phosphorescence on the pit wall, along with certain viscous liquid emitting faint glow, barely outlined the tunnel’s twisted and grotesque outline.

Deep within the tunnel, faintly came a chilling, bone-scratching shriek, and some heavy dragging slimy sound, echoing in the dead silence, adding to the eeriness.

Cold, damp, dark, putrid, writhing, strange sounds...

With just a single step in, one is already immersed in an endlessly malicious, twisted, grotesque, chilling hell!