Chapter 388 Behind the Iron Gate
The cave was dark and cramped, and the occasional sound of dripping water made people feel uneasy.

The dim firelight moved with the sound of footsteps, and those small creatures that had never seen light also fled around as Wu Xian moved.

Wu Xian held the torch, his eyes moving around constantly, and moved forward vigilantly.

The light provided by the torch was very weak, so weak that it could not give Wu Xian a sense of security. The visible distance was only near the torch. If it was a little further away, only a blurry shadow could be seen.

There is nothing we can do about this.

Making torches is a technical job. It is not as simple as lighting a stick. The resources in the cave are limited, and there is no way to lavishly use cloth and grease. There is only a little resin collected from dry firewood.

The torches on Wu Xian's body can only be considered simple products. The burning time of each torch is limited. In order to ensure the exploration time, he has several torches hanging around his waist.

These torches depleted the resources in the cave.

Therefore, Wu Xian must bring back some things, such as food and combustible materials. If he can't bring anything back, it is still unclear whether he can gather the resources for exploration next time.

"Alas... it's a pity that we can't bring Xiong Gang with us."

Wu Xian turned his head and said: "But it's not bad to take you with me, at least I can carry some sundries back."

"Roar!"

Fat Tiger growled helplessly.

It didn't want to follow Wu Xian either, it also wanted to stay in a safe place.

Normally speaking, the relationship between the user of Suanni Yuhu and the tiger should be close but not close. Apart from fighting, the user cannot gain any advantage over the tiger.

But the environment of the cave forced Fat Tiger to follow Wu Xian, because there was light only around Wu Xian.

Wu Xian's pace was not fast, because the path in the cave was complicated and he would encounter forks in the road every few steps. Some of the forks were even in the shape of a cross or even a cross.

While being alert to danger, Wu Xian also had to remember the way back, but as the price of remembering the way, he could no longer calculate the time.

Even he could only do two things at once, and it was very exhausting.

"That crazy woman..."

Wu Xian recalled the scene when he stepped into the cave.

The crazy woman grabbed Wu Xian's hand and asked him very seriously to be careful. She also told him that there were many terrible things in the cave. But when Wu Xian wanted to ask in detail, she became crazy again.

It's a bit strange to say.

When Wu Xian wanted to explore the cave, the crazy woman posed the greatest resistance, but when things were settled, she was the one who most hoped that Wu Xian could return alive.

If you look closely at her face, you can see that before she became this crazy and slovenly look, she had a pretty good appearance, but she was tortured into her current appearance by this underground cave.

The cave is very barren, all you can see is stone, and any small creatures will be scared away.

It was not until he had walked for the time it took for a torch to burn that Wu Xian saw something worthy of attention.

It was an iron gate installed at a fork in the road.

This gave Wu Xian a shock. It seemed that in addition to the temple, there were other traces left by humans here. Even if there was nothing behind the door, taking the door back would be considered a gain.

Wu Xian rubbed his hands nervously.

This is a blessed land after all, so it's not surprising to find anything behind the door, such as poisonous snakes and insects, hidden weapons, or zombies hiding in the dark with their arms outstretched, waiting to hug and eat people.

In order to avoid any accidents, Wu Xian carefully observed the door, but was surprised to find that the metal hinges of the door had long been destroyed and the entire door was just attached to the door frame.

So he stood by the door and pushed it gently.

Pfft!
The iron door fell to the ground with a puff, stirring up a cloud of dust and a strange smell.

It was quiet inside the door.

Fat Tiger sniffed and did not show any obvious warning reaction, which meant that there was at least no obvious enemy inside the door.

Wu Xian noticed that the door was not completely down, and there was something underneath. Wu Xian opened the door and found a skeleton underneath. The skeleton was wearing complete clothes, and half of its arm was hanging on the door handle. There were many footprints on the ground, indicating that the skeleton had struggled with all its might.

Then Wu Xian used a torch to illuminate the scene inside the door.

This is a small room, only about seven or eight square meters, with almost no furniture, only a wooden bed covered with a sheet, and an oil lamp placed on a stone, with a few broken pottery jars next to the oil lamp.

Seeing the oil lamp, Wu Xian's breathing became a little rapid.

In a dark underground cave.

Oil lamps are good things. As long as there are oil and wicks, they can provide continuous light, which is of great help in prolonging the time of living in the dark.

Maybe those pottery jars are filled with lamp oil or food!
In addition, there was a smaller skeleton lying on the bed, huddled in the corner. Its clothes had rotted beyond recognition, and the sheets under the skeleton were black and greasy, having been soaked with corpse oil.

Almost all the stories that happened here are written in the scenes.

Wu Xian stood at the door, silent for a moment.

Then he let out a long sigh and touched the tiger's head with emotion.

“It’s such a tragedy.”

"This father and son, or father and daughter, probably want to use this hut to hide from monsters."

“But the monster still found him. The man desperately held the door to prevent the monster outside from coming in. He didn’t let go of the door until he died with all his strength.”

"But unfortunately, he died, and his children died too. The bodies were eaten clean by insects, leaving only white bones."

Fat Tiger raised his big head irritably.

What the hell is this human yelling?

It's just a tiger. It can't understand human roars, nor does it understand what humans want to express. And if it wants to make noise, it's fine. Why pinch the tiger while talking?
If this person wasn't the summoner, it would have already bitten Wu Xian.

Wu Xian inserted the torch into the crack of the rock outside the door and stood at the door. He lit another torch, then carried the iron door out of the room and leaned it against the wall.

"There are a lot of resources in the room. As long as we take the things here back, we can hold on for a while longer. I'm about to go in now..."

Wu Xian's voice changed from excited to dull.

"You're probably waiting for me to do this."

Swish!
Wu Xian suddenly threw the torch onto the bed, setting the sheets stained with corpse oil on fire, and then quickly lifted and held the door.

There was a fire inside the door and thick, acrid smoke was emitted.

Bang!
Suddenly there was a great force and something hit the door.

But Wu Xian was well prepared and tried his best to resist the impact. The thing inside seemed to go crazy, making crazy roars and strange and insane screams.

But it's all meaningless.

As the flames burned, the thing's power gradually weakened, and Wu Xian also felt that the door was too hot to touch, so he dodged to the side.

boom!
The iron gate fell down.

A creature covered in burnt bodies jumped out of the door.

The creature still had some strength left and wanted to pounce on Wu Xian, but Fat Tiger pounced on it, opened its bloody mouth, and bit off the creature's throat cleanly.

"Sure enough, there is something hidden..."

Although the fallen thing was standing upright, it did not look like a human. Since most of its hair had been burnt, Wu Xian could not figure out what it was for a moment.

“Is this thing… edible?”

(End of this chapter)