Return from the second dimension

The scene behind the bronze door made everyone amazed.

Unexpectedly, deep underground, in the ancient tomb of unknown age, there are so many survivors hidden!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, everyone would never believe it.

The monks glanced at each other, their faces were filled with joy.

"It's weird, why are there so many survivors here?"

The bearded muttered in his heart, a flash of doubt in his eyes, and followed his companion down the steps.

The spacious cave is like a lively market, with stalls on the stone, selling all kinds of materials.

There are rubbish from the cracks, various animals and plants living underground, and even treasures and mines needed by the monks.

The surviving mortals and monks gathered in the same market and lived in harmony with each other.

Before disaster strikes, things like this simply cannot happen.

But the situation is different now, and the monks no longer rely on their identities and do not come into contact with mortals as they did in the past.

Without the support of ordinary people, these constrained practitioners would also not survive.

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold.

After seeing Big Beard and others, the stall owners greeted them and promoted their various products.

At this time, no one collects money, most of them barter in exchange for what they need.

If there is energy crystallization, it is naturally better. This is the real hard currency.

Bearded and others walked along, but they also collected a lot of things, all of which were placed in storage equipment.

Seeing someone trading, the monks are naturally eager to try, ready to exchange for something useful to them.

If you collect by luck, you will definitely not be able to get the items you need in a short time. This market solves the urgent needs of the monks.

The big beard ignored the vendors on the side of the road, but looked up for the little zombie who led the way, only to find that the other party had already disappeared.

"Something's wrong..."

The beard muttered in his heart, after the other party attracted him, he would never care about it.

Just believe in outsiders so that you are not afraid of being wrong?

However, after another thought, I felt quite normal.

It only takes the strong to sit down, and they are not afraid of anyone making trouble. The end of death is a dead end.

But those who have gone through hardships and know how dangerous the outside world is, they will never cut off the road stupidly.

While the beard was puzzled, he subconsciously looked to the side, wanting to see how Tang Zhen reacted.

Seeing Tang Zhen smiling, he glanced at his beard casually, but he didn't react.

"What does it mean?"

The beard muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to ask questions, so he could only hold his doubts in his heart.

As he thought about it, his companions were already trading, exchanging a batch of things he wanted.

Looking at the smile on his face, he should be very satisfied with this transaction.

The other companions are still watching, but seeing their appearance, they are also a little eager to try.

Bearded's storage bag contained some items, which were trophies looted by the enemy.

Seeing the success of the partner transaction, the beard no longer hesitated and was ready to exchange some items.

Nowadays, the environment is special, and you can never be a miser, but you have to use materials to improve your strength.

Otherwise, it would be meaningless to save more.

Thinking of this, the beard prepared to open the storage bag and trade with those stall owners.

"Wait a minute..."

Tang Zhen's voice came from Beard's ear.

The beard who was about to trade, couldn't help but stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stopped what he was doing.

When he turned his head to look at Tang Zhen again, his face was still indifferent, as if it was not him who had just spoken.

After going through this series of changes, Big Beard has already relied on Tang Zhen very much, knowing that without him, it would be impossible to make all the trouble.

When feeling abnormally dangerous, the first reaction of the bearded man was to look at Tang Zhen's attitude.

Bearded secretly paid attention, knowing that Tang Zhen definitely meant something, and would never remind himself for no reason.

Many things can only be clicked and stopped. If you can't comprehend it, you can't blame others at all.

Just as the beard was observing the surroundings, his companions had already completed transactions one after another.

Putting away the things you want, showing a satisfied expression, it feels really worthwhile.

At this moment, the scent of food floated, attracting the attention of Bearded and others.

They followed the smell and saw a large tripod about three meters high on a platform in front.

There are monster patterns all over the big cauldron, with a plain and simple atmosphere, as well as various weird characters.

When they passed the tomb passage, they had seen this kind of text, but unfortunately no one recognized it.

This made the self-proclaimed erudite monks blush secretly, for fear that others would ask themselves again.

Looking at the bottom of the big tripod, there is a circular pothole, and raging flames continue to spew out.

The scorching tongue of fire licked the bottom of the big tripod, and there was heat rising from above, and the fragrance was emitting from here.

This taste is so delicious, it can be called the world's delicacy, and the smell will make the population drain.

"What is this and why is it so delicious?"

The bearded companion said, his saliva could not be restrained, and his eyes stared straight ahead.

"My stomach is screaming, I can't stand it when I'm hungry."

The cultivator next to him touched his stomach and made a "cuckoo" sound.

"Then what are you hesitating about, go there quickly, let's have a taste first."

The cultivators reached a consensus on their ideas, and no longer hesitated at the moment, they rushed towards the cauldron.

At this moment, the big cauldron is surrounded by many diners of different ages. They are sitting on the surrounding high platforms, holding large bowls with weird shapes.

Bearded and others took a look, only to find that the material of the big bowl was actually made of human skull.

The surface of the skull is embossed and decorated with gold and silver, which looks noble and mysterious.

The material in the big bowl is a bit permeating, but to the monk, it is nothing at all.

Not to mention that there are corpses everywhere now, but when monks are practicing, they often deal with similar things.

How can a dignified monk fear dead bones?

Looking at these human skull bowls, the whole body is full of ancient meaning, and they are obviously old artifacts.

Earlier in the hall, those sacrificial remains held similar bone bowls in their hands.

Obviously during the meal, the survivors lacked the corresponding utensils, so they brought them to borrow them.

"Boss, bring a bowl of hot soup for our brothers alone, faster."

The bearded companion walked over and said to an old man with a long spoon in his hand and his waist hunched.

When the old man heard the words, he didn't look at the customers, just pointed his finger at the bronze cylinder next to him.

"If you want soup, pay first."

The monk curled his mouth and threw an energy spar, only the size of a nail.

"Just this spar, is it enough for us to drink enough?"

The old man nodded, waving a long spoon, and pulling out a large spoonful of hot soup from the boiling cauldron.

A dark iron chain is tied to the center of this big spoon's bone handle, directly connected to the top of the cave.

When the old man is serving the soup, he does not need to lift it up, let alone worry about the spoon falling on the ground.

There is a thin guy, holding a large pile of bone bowls, lined up on the stone.

The old man manipulated the long large spoon, and the soup was poured steadily into those bone bowls like a viscous ointment.

"Guest, please have soup!"