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#296 - Chapter 296: Yan Cheng's Attack

Although Yan Cheng was still a bit skeptical, he mustered his courage and prepared to go down.

Since Qi Jing dared to let him go, it meant there was no danger below. If he didn't go, it would just be a bit disgusting.

Even if there was any danger, Qi Jing would definitely save him.

There was no other way. He was being paid to do this. He hadn't used this equipment much since he bought it, so it was a good opportunity to use it this time.

Yan Cheng first turned on the light on his chest. Although the sun was about to rise, it wasn't very bright yet. He needed to observe carefully what kind of pit made Qi Jing flinch.

He looked down and found a large area of black soil below the cliff. Many strange-shaped insects were slowly wriggling. Their aggressive shells didn't look friendly.

There were also a few colorful flowers nearby. These flowers should be even more dangerous, definitely poisonous. Growing in such an environment, the more beautiful they look, the more poisonous they are.

Yan Cheng looked around at the environment below again.

Although these creatures were poisonous, they didn't seem like much. There must be some other danger.

Poisonous flowers, poisonous insects, poisonous grass, poisonous soil.

That's right, this soil looks a bit soft. Could it be the muddy type of swamp?

Yan Cheng turned his head to find a stone to throw down and test it, but when he saw Qi Jing staring at him with a smile, he reached out his hand:

"Give me a grenade, the green one."

"Here you go."

Yan Cheng took it and threw it down. Sure enough, after the grenade touched the ground, it slowly sank into the soil.

"Damn it, really! I'm glad I was clever, or I would have been tricked by you."

After accusing Qi Jing, the resourceful Yan Cheng took out his sidearm, a small handgun, from behind his backpack, and fired at the green grenade that was being submerged.

Bang!

A green light rose from below.

The characteristic of this green grenade was "only produces fire, does not explode", which means that it doesn't destroy the terrain while causing damage, except for ice.

Soon, the insects and flowers below were buried in this green fire.

Then Yan Cheng pulled out a rope with a hook from the tactical backpack on his back and handed it to Song Jiang.

"Hold it tight, I'm going down."

"Go ahead, I definitely won't accidentally let go."

Song Jiang inserted it into his tactical backpack.

"Damn."

Although he was cursing, Yan Cheng still trusted Song Jiang very much. He slowly slid down the cliff face.

When he reached the entrance of the cave, Yan Cheng used the hook in his hand to hook onto the top of the cave, and then moved forward slowly by alternating his left and right hands, to avoid touching the mud below.

How cautious.

Qi Jing sensed this scene and felt that he had plagiarized his Spider-Man idea.

However, there is a snake swarm ahead, how will he deal with it?

Yan Cheng stopped five meters away from the Bell Spirit Fruit. He took out a nail with a hook and used the exoskeleton thruster on his arm to drive it into the stone on the top of the cave, hooked the rope on it, and pressed the contraction switch of the rope to fix himself there.

Then he took out a piece of paper from his left thigh, which showed an extendable long-handled tweezers, with a part of it with a blade, which could cut and clamp at the same time.

He wanted to pick the Bell Spirit Fruit here!

When he tore open the painting and stretched out this magical tweezers, a "hissing" sound suddenly came from above.

Yan Cheng looked up and saw a dark four-eyed snake!

Damn it, why do snakes climb walls!

He stopped his movements, took out his pistol, and blew its head off in one shot.

But when he turned his head to prepare to stretch out the tweezers again, he found that the cave in front of him was densely covered with a large group of small snakes at some unknown time.

In the dark environment, green eyes filled the front of his vision.

Oh my god!

Who wouldn't have trypophobia when they saw this!

Fortunately, Yan Cheng was a carefree person. He didn't stop the movements in his hands, but continued to stretch out the tweezers to reach the Bell Spirit Fruit.

A mere snake, what can you do to me.

Two meters, three meters, four meters, five meters!

Finally, Yan Cheng successfully cut off the Bell Spirit Fruit and clamped it in his hand.

But at this time, several of the snakes had crawled onto his body, and one was staring at his perineum with predatory eyes.

Fortunately, his armor was relatively thick, and these snakes couldn't bite through it, otherwise, he would have turned into snake dung.

Yan Cheng put his hand on the automatic retraction button of the backpack rope.

I'm going back, hehe.

You little snakes, wait, when Grandpa Yan goes back up, I'll blow you to death.

Yan Cheng, who felt that this operation was perfect, pressed the button, but his head suddenly hit the nail he had just hammered into the top of the cave.

"Ouch!"

That wasn't the end of it. Yan Cheng, under the pull of the backpack, fell to the ground along with the nail, giving him a close encounter with the mud he had avoided for so long.

Then he was dragged by the rope, becoming darker and darker like a rotten rag. In a wash of mud, Yan Cheng finally returned to the entrance of the cave.

"Whoa, f***, f***, f***, f*** ~"

When Yan Cheng was pulled up by the rope, he couldn't see any luster of the armor anymore. His whole body was covered with poisonous black soil.

Only the Bell Spirit Fruit in his arms could still show a bit of color.

When Song Jiang saw him like this, he quickly let go of the rope in his hand.

"Hahahaha!"

Qi Jing laughed loudly:

"It was quite handsome at the beginning, why is it so funny when you came back? I'm dying of laughter, hahaha!"

Bang!

Miao Kui shot off the only four-eyed snake that was brought up, and then laughed too.

"Stop laughing, quickly wash my clothes."

"Um, um, bicycle VB ..."

After chanting the spell, Qi Jing's Clean Clothes spell was finally cast on Yan Cheng's combat uniform, turning it back to its original handsome appearance.

"Feeling comfortable."

Yan Cheng looked at his arms, and then looked down at his legs, there was not a trace of dirt.

When he turned his head to look at the backpack, a bright golden sunlight slowly rose from the distant horizon.

It pierced through the gauze-like mist, broke through the overlapping clouds, with the freshness and vitality unique to the morning, and gently stroked the beads of sweat on Yan Cheng's face through the transparent mask of his helmet.

In his hand, the Bell Spirit Fruit was illuminated by the sun, as if it had been given life, and made a series of crisp and melodious sounds, like singing a hymn of nature.

"Damn, it's really beautiful."

"I told you to read more books normally, now it's good, when you encounter beautiful scenery, you can only say 'Damn', can't you have a bit of literary style, we are college students."

Hearing Song Jiang's ridicule, Yan Cheng was not convinced:

"You come, you recite one."

The poems learned in the college entrance examination were all forgotten within three days of the summer vacation, how could there be any literary style.

"I'll recite one."

Song Jiang cleared his throat:

"Sunrise river flowers redder than fire, spring river water greener than blue."

Yan Cheng quickly ridiculed back: "Stop pulling, where are the red flowers here, where is the river, you just recite nonsense, it's not as good as me, at least I didn't run off-topic."

"Damn" is impossible to run off-topic.

After being ridiculed by him, Song Jiang coughed lightly.

Oh dear, this time the pretentious act failed, I have to think of another poem, otherwise Yan Cheng will laugh at me.

The sun is just rising, what other poems are there?