Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards-Chapter 475 - 336: Triggered Again, Tomb_2

In most of this underground world, it’s pitch black. All the monsters can track enemies in the dark, so adventurers mostly carry lanterns or other lighting devices, or possess spells to create brightness, see in the dark, etc., fully searching for potential treasures in this subterranean world.

Just as he did on the two layers above, Wang Zhifan continued to walk slowly with a single-handed sword, relying solely on his powerful perception to gauge the surroundings. If he encountered a monster, he wouldn’t provoke it, and most monsters ignored him, making it feel no different from a leisurely outing.

"Help! Help!"

Suddenly, in the endless underground darkness, he heard a child’s cry for help from afar. The voice was tinged with panic and innocence, making him involuntarily curl up his lips in a smile.

"A child in such a place? It’s insulting to one’s intelligence... It must be monsters in disguise."

Without needing much thought, Wang Zhifan knew this was certainly a trap, but one that wasn’t sophisticated enough to deceive those who made it here. After all, those who came needed to pass the tests of the two layers above, which required a certain level of strength and wit.

"But a talking monster is relatively rare. It might be a good source of information."

After a brief contemplation, Wang Zhifan decided to approach for a potential breakthrough in his quest for information.

He quickly picked up his pace toward the source of the sound, swiftly navigating the dark and rugged cave terrain to reach the target location.

In the darkness, he sensed it was a seemingly ordinary place, much like other areas filled with rugged rocks and faintly foul-smelling soil. The only peculiar aspect was a small mound resembling a grave on the ground, from which the child’s cries for help had emanated.

"Help! Help! Hel—"

When Wang Zhifan arrived silently, the youthful cries for help continued from within the mound, exuding an eerie chilliness that made one’s heart shiver.

"Stop yelling, can we talk?"

Although conversing with a bizarre grave seemed odd, Wang Zhifan decided to take this step. He knew such entities were incapable of harming him, as he had extensive experience vanquishing ghostly beings and the like.

But as soon as he spoke, the persistent cries from the grave were immediately silenced as if interrupted by an external influence, plunging the place into a deathlike silence.

Wang Zhifan immediately heightened his attention, suspecting that this entity might surpass ordinary monster levels and secretly plan an attack, preparing himself for a counterstrike.

But no attack came, nor any response. First, he noticed some flickering lights in the distance, followed by the sound of faint footsteps, hinting that a group of adventurers was approaching.

"What are they doing here? Could there be a treasure hidden?"

Wang Zhifan was puzzled; he knew adventurers wouldn’t venture into such an obvious monster trap unless the potential reward outweighed the risk.

Driven by curiosity, he quickly retreated into the boundless darkness, hiding and waiting for the group to approach. The presence within the grave did not prevent his exit, maintaining its silence.

Before long, under the lights, the newcomers revealed themselves as distinct figures. They indeed constituted an adventurer party, seemingly of above-average caliber.

Leading the group was a dignified elder in a gray robe, holding a lantern in one hand and a magic staff in the other. Behind him were several stern-looking men of various ages: a bald-headed warrior, tall and robust, his armor scarred from battles; an archer with sharp eyes, constantly alert to the surrounding darkness; and even a young man with a cowboy hat, wielding dual pistols. Just from appearances alone, one could gauge their combat prowess.

"There’s a player in this group too? Interesting..."

Wang Zhifan immediately recognized the young man with the cowboy hat and pistols as a player. From his conversations with Jack, he knew such firearm-like weapons didn’t exist in this world, and clothing styles weren’t so varied.

While he observed silently from the shadows, the group approached the small mound, stopping about five meters away.

"This is the place. This grave holds a descendant of the Demon King. We can use its soul to probe whether the Demon King has returned. Everyone, please assist me in subduing it."

The one speaking was the dignified old man in front. He raised his hand and tossed the lantern towards the mound. The lantern floated like a balloon above the grave, its dim light rapidly brightening to illuminate the grave and its surroundings.

Simultaneously, the elder began to chant with his magic staff in hand. While it was difficult to comprehend exactly what he was muttering, those with decent perception could sense extraordinary power enveloping the surrounding area, gradually forming a simple domain-like effect.

The consequence of this was that Wang Zhifan, hiding nearby, was instantly exposed. Even hurriedly donning a Wind Concealing Conical Hat couldn’t obscure his presence. The group’s probing strength far exceeded his stealth capabilities.

"Who’s there!"

With the elder’s shout, a colossal shadow moved swiftly toward the indicated direction, colliding fiercely with a young man standing nearby!

Clang!

The heavy greatsword wielded by the bald-headed warrior was promptly blocked by a conical-hatted man’s long blade. With a swift counterforce, the hat-wearing man sent the charging warrior stumbling back several steps. Then, a curve-tracing arrow aimed at the hat-wearer’s back was deflected with a single slash, and a set of ice crystals creeping silently from the ground halted inexplicably at his feet. He displayed impressive combat reflexes in a matter of moments.

"Everyone stop! I think I know him! This is probably a misunderstanding!"

The player with the cowboy hat immediately spoke up, surprisingly advocating on Wang Zhifan’s behalf to cease the fight. However, Wang Zhifan was sure he didn’t know this player; both his appearance and aura were unfamiliar.

Perhaps Wang Zhifan’s demonstrated combat skills put pressure on the group, for the player’s words had a favorable effect. Everyone ceased their attacks, turning to the cowboy-hat player, awaiting further explanation.

"Brother, just from your outfit, I can tell we come from the same place. My companions were merely startled by your sudden appearance, and they harbor no malice. I hope we can reach an understanding and avoid unnecessary conflict."

With a sincere smile, the cowboy-hat player addressed Wang Zhifan now that he had stopped fighting.

Wang Zhifan had no intentions to fight either; he wished to glean information from these people. Hence, he chose to accept the offered olive branch.

"I’m also here to investigate and didn’t intend to pry into your affairs. I greatly need information about the Demon King. If you’re willing, I can collaborate with you."

As he sheathed his long blade, he signaled his willingness for reconciliation.

"Yes... Continuing to fight is no good for any of us. Let’s refocus on the Demon King’s descendant’s grave. Its minions have been summoned; they are our true enemies."

The dignified old man nodded in agreement, accepting the reconciliation. He then alerted everyone that the place had become unsafe, as sinister figures converged from the darkness, responding to the Demon King’s descendant’s soul.