There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 45, Falling, Aerial Trapeze
Everything was over and the situation calmed down. Xiao Yang had nothing to do for the time being. Sometimes being too hard-working is not necessarily a good thing.

Cleaning up this large number of skeleton warriors should have been a long and challenging task, but Xiao Yang worked tirelessly for three days to clear out all these skeleton warriors. Now, he found himself in a state of having nothing to do.

Now I have to wait for Zhutian Trade to digest this huge harvest, reap a wave of war dividends, and fully maximize my attributes. Then I can buy a set of climbing equipment and climb down from the other end of the passage to take a look.

Or should we continue a little further? Over this dangerous rope bridge?

In silence, Xiao Yang wandered back and forth in the small square filled with bones. If it came to safety, it would definitely be safer to rest here for a few days. However, Xiao Yang, who had just had a great time and had been rushing and killing for several days, was now inexplicably restless.

Looking at the collapsed straight rope bridge, "How about walking a little further?" Xiao Yang said to himself hesitantly.

I decided to "just explore further."

Xiao Yang prepared to crawl over to see what was happening on the other side.

What he thought was what he did. Xiao Yang came to the dangerous rope bridge, tried to stand on it and shook it. I have to say, in such a situation, looking at the deep and bottomless darkness below him, his heart beat faster. But it was okay, it was not impossible to walk. After adapting for a while, Xiao Yang found that this suspension bridge was more stable and safer than he had imagined.

After calming down, Xiao Yang gradually became bolder and began to climb towards the other end of the rope bridge.

Of course, although he had calmed down, judging from Xiao Yang's actions at this time, he was obviously not as calm and composed as he thought.

Like a maggot, he was clinging to the thick rope and slowly wriggling on the dilapidated wooden bridge. There was nothing he could do about it. After all, Xiao Yang was not a parkour master, nor had he really learned any light skills. Pointing at agility would only make his reactions and movements faster, but he wouldn't be able to fly over rooftops or walls immediately.

At this moment, Xiao Yang's desire to learn some kung fu that can allow him to fly over eaves and walls has reached its peak. It is not a question of whether it is useful or not, but at least he does not have to slowly crawl like a big maggot when facing such a situation.

Suddenly, the thick rope that Xiao Yang was clinging to shook. Xiao Yang grabbed the rope in his hand in fear. Fortunately, the shaking did not continue and it calmed down. Xiao Yang did not like the treatment of being thrown from the sky.

"But why is there such a shaking? Is it the wind? But is there any wind in this dungeon?"

While thinking, Xiao Yang suddenly realized that something was wrong. "Yeah! Is there any wind in this dungeon?" He raised his head suddenly and saw a figure in a black robe appear on the other side of the rope bridge. He raised something in his hand high. What was he holding up? He raised a battle axe!
"Wait!" Xiao Yang shouted at this critical moment, but unfortunately his shouting did not change anything. The battle axe fell, and fortunately, the chop did not cut the thick rope. Xiao Yang could still be saved. He did not care about anything else. Facing this life-threatening situation, people can do anything. Xiao Yang jumped up from the clinging and wriggling state, and was about to rush towards the black-robed guy opposite.

A dramatic scene occurred. Neither Xiao Yang nor the black-robed guy opposite could break the thick rope, but the iron stake that fixed the rope could not hold on first.

With a sharp creaking sound, Xiao Yang successfully free-falls. Of course, he is the one who falls.

"Ah! Damn!" The desperate scream of an unlucky guy who was hit by objects from a high altitude continued to lengthen in the deep underground crack.

Just as Xiao Yang was about to fall to the ground like a cannonball, he grabbed the thick rope that fell with him.

The adventurer's arm guard includes gloves, otherwise Xiao Yang felt that he might not be able to hold on to the rope and fall backwards. The rope was not long enough, and only one section of the fixed iron piles of the rope bridge broke.

Xiao Yang was thrown out. His action of holding on to the rope tightly during the fall was correct. Although he failed to hold on, it greatly reduced his landing speed.

With a plop, Xiao Yang rolled back and forth in the puddle at the bottom of the underground crack like a rolling gourd for several rounds until he finally stopped. When he climbed up from the ground, his life had reached a very dangerous number, fifty points of blood.

He struggled to get up from the mud. Fortunately, there was water on the ground and a large pool of wet mud at the bottom of the water. Otherwise, if he fell on the hard stone, not only would Xiao Yang's fifty points of blood be worn away, but he would probably have a broken limb.

After wiping off the mud on the ghost's helmet, Xiao Yang turned his gaze to the environment in front of him. It was a moist depression filled with water, located at the lowest end of the underground crack. It was not completely dark, but some crystal minerals emitting faint light on the surrounding rocky cliffs became the light source of this underground world.

The noise he made when he fell was quite loud. Something was coming towards him, quite a few of them, and they were coming from the water.

I landed successfully, but the situation was not that safe.

The one-meter-deep water only reached Xiao Yang's waist, but it was enough to hide some figures wandering in the water. The water around him began to ripple. Xiao Yang's current condition was not very good. He didn't really want to fight, but it was obvious that he could not outrun these monsters wandering in the water in this depression.

Xiao Yang quickly made the judgment that he could not flee in a panic and had to repel their attack before he could retreat safely.

Fortunately, fortunately he still had that little bit of life recovery. The green number that suddenly popped up in front of him gave him great comfort. Those things that stirred up the turbulent water were getting closer and closer to him. In the interval of the battle, Xiao Yang first drank a bottle of life potion, then took the darkness-dispelling lantern from his waist and held it high.

The flame in the darkness-chasing lantern did not go out because of being soaked in water. The light brought by the crystal minerals on the stone wall was too weak, and Xiao Yang could not adapt well to the dim light battle. At this time, the flame on the darkness-chasing lantern began to shake in an unprecedented state, reminding Xiao Yang that there were many enemies around.

Xiao Yang clenched the justice condolence in his hand.

There was no time to complain or regret. Now it was time to prepare for the battle. Of course, if Xiao Yang could successfully climb up, he would definitely give the black-robed figure a good smack on the head. With love! With love!

(End of this chapter)