Chapter 401 Altar of Pain
Wu Xian turned around and looked deeply at Huang Debiao.

Why does this guy think so?

Can I definitely survive the cave?
Because of his unstable emotions, because of his courage that was frightened by Xiong Gang's roar, or because of his ordinary abilities?

Reality is not a cartoon. Even if you shout friendship, hard work, victory, love, hope and so on, the evil spirit will not lose inexplicably.

Huang Debiao is an adult and he can see through this.

unless……

Something gave him assurance!

The last time he explored the cave, Huang Debiao followed the advice of something and attacked the defenseless Xiong Gang. Perhaps it was that advice that made Huang Debiao trust that thing.

While Wu Xian was sharpening his knife, the thing gave Huang Debiao hope of leaving the cave.

While Wu Xian was thinking.

Xia Caoqing also noticed her husband's abnormality, so she asked him with concern, but Huang Debiao remained silent and just put on a confident expression.

This made Wu Xian lose interest in asking him.

Considering that he had just helped him, Wu Xian gave him some serious advice.

"I don't know who said what to you, but I hope you think carefully before you follow the advice, why the other party wants to help you, what you can provide to the other party, and what you may lose if it is a scam."

Wu Xian finished saying this.

The three women also realized that Huang Debiao had communicated with something, so Xia Caoqing and Gong Xiujuan asked him one after another, but the crazy woman turned her head silently, covering her head with her wounded hands, and her body trembling slightly.

Wu Xian glanced at it briefly.

He took the sawblade knife, a wooden torch left over from last time, two newly made mushroom arm torches, some grease, spider leg thorns and javelins, and stepped into another cave, with Fat Tiger still following behind him.

No one knows when Huang Debiao’s problem will explode, and Wu Xian can’t keep waiting for him to reveal his true colors.

The purpose of exploring Wu Xian this time is no longer to survive, but to improve his strength. Bringing Huang Debiao with him would be a hindrance, making it inconvenient whether he is worshipping gods or setting fires.

Ordinary people only need to think about how to live longer.

But Wu Xian knew that the dangers of this blessed land were definitely not just what had emerged at the moment. The further along in these seven days the more difficult it would become. There would definitely be a big job waiting for Wu Xian, so Wu Xian had an urgent need to improve his strength.

He currently has two incense sticks in his hand.

The statue at the edge of the cave should be ready for worship in an hour or so, so Wu Xian had to at least find a statue to worship when he went out this time.

……

Click, click...

Wu Xian held a torch and walked through a group of ants.

Each of these giant ants was the size of a little finger, with exaggeratedly large jaws. Wu Xian just put on a sour face and walked through the group of ants, without any harm to either side.

But Fat Tiger was not so lucky. He was entangled by ants and had several small wounds on his body.

Wu Xian and Fat Tiger had been walking for a while and had not yet encountered any major crisis that would give them a headache, but they had already encountered three slightly dangerous places.

One place is these ants.

There is another place, which is a diving pit. Most of the diving pits are not deep, just above the level of the soles of shoes. There is a lot of slippery moss growing on the bottom of the pits. In the middle of the diving pits, there is a big pit at least two meters deep. Once you fall in, it is difficult to climb out.

The third danger comes from an unstable cave, where rocks occasionally fall from above.

It sounds ordinary, nothing supernatural.

But it is precisely because it is ordinary that it seems deadly. If you only focus on guarding against monsters, even senior family members may overturn in these places. Wu Xian also picked up a lot of things on the road. As long as they can be burned, he tied them all to Fat Tiger. Fat Tiger also began to get used to helping Wu Xian carry things after resisting at first.

Go through the unstable cave.

Wu Xian's eyes lit up; he saw something new.

This is a small room built on a side road. The side close to the road is completely open. The floor, ceiling and walls of the room are all in the style of religious rituals.

There are many candles placed in the corners of the room, so there is enough light here even without torches.

In the middle is an intricately carved altar, on which is carved a scene of a group of people kowtowing to something. The clothes worn by the kneeling people are the same as those of the big-eared statue holding the lamp, but who they are kowtowing to remains a mystery.

On the altar was a metal tetrahedron with a side length of about 15 centimeters. It was covered with distorted human expressions of pain and pinhole-sized holes. One could tell at a glance what would come out of these holes.

"It's a tetrahedron-shaped Rubik's Cube. It doesn't look too complicated. I've practiced this type of Rubik's Cube at home and I still remember the formula for this type of Rubik's Cube..."

"Really? Do you want to try it?"

Behind the altar, a strange man stood up in Wu Xian’s blind spot.

This strange man had an extremely horrifying appearance, his face was covered with wounds, as if it had been cut into pieces like a fried squirrel or mandarin fish, his eyes were deathly pale, there were multiple restraints on his body, he couldn't even open his arms, and there was an iron chain on his feet, tying him up in this room.

Wu Xian took a step back and looked at the weirdo expectantly: "Let me ask you, what will happen if we restore this Rubik's Cube?"

"Power!" The weirdo said in a sick tone, "As long as you complete the Rubik's Cube, God can grant you power. As long as it is the ability of the monsters you have seen here, no matter what it is, God can grant you one!"

"May I ask what is the title of this god? I will thank him after I get the power."

The strange man's body shook, and a blush appeared on his rotten face: "How can I mention the name of God? He is..."

Wu Xian interrupted him quickly, otherwise what followed would have been a bunch of meaningless praises to God.

"Another question is, if there is no recovery, what is the cost?"

The weirdo laughed, his mouth full of mouth ulcers: "There is no price. This is the only good thing you can encounter in the cave. Come on, try it and dedicate your performance to the great existence."

"Oh!"

Wu Xian agreed.

Then pick up two mushroom arm torches. The torches are made from relatively straight mushrooms. The broken end of the arm is used for lighting, and the hand below is the handle of the torch.

Wu Xian held the two torches upside down and tried to use his two arms to remotely restore the Rubik's Cube.

But when the weirdo saw this action, he started shouting things like "blasphemy" and "disrespect", making Wu Xian's head buzz.

So Wu Xian had no choice but to take back the torch, throw the grease he had brought on the altar, and use the torch to light the altar stained with grease.

The flames spread quickly.

But this time the weirdo did not try to stop Wu Xian. Instead, he showed a happy expression. He took the initiative to move closer to the flames, letting the flames spread over his body, and then let out a loud groan.

"Ah, that's it, that's it!"

"Offer pain to the great darkness!"

(End of this chapter)