Different World: The Devil's Coming

Mo Fan was very familiar with the magic tool in front of him. It was not because he used it a lot, but because its effect was too useless to Mo Fan, so he was familiar with it.

'Beast bait', this is the name of the magic tool in front of you, it is about the size of a football. After activation, it can be fixed anywhere, even on a person. And its function is very simple, it attracts all the monsters around. But this function is useless to Mo Fan, the son of the Demon King who can command monsters!

Mo Fan was a little speechless, no, very speechless! But it was true, for ordinary people, those ferocious monsters should be the most powerful existence. But relying on this to kill a level 30 team? It can only be said that it is a bit wishful thinking, unless there are many powerful monsters in the jungle nearby. But in that case, everyone here will die, and no one will survive.

So there are powerful monsters somewhere else? In the mine? After all, he is the boss of a family. If possible, Mo Fan doesn't want to underestimate him. As for this magic tool... Although it is useless, in order to prevent this master from going crazy and dying together, it is better to take it away.

Mo Fan left the house. After all, there was nothing worth staying for. After dodging patrols one after another, Mo Fan came to the entrance of the mine. There was no one guarding here, probably because ordinary workers went down there to either mine or die. So the guards were guarding the edge of the square to prevent anyone from escaping.

Taking this opportunity, Mo Fan slipped into the mine. There were oil lamps hanging in the mine, but Mo Fan was not afraid of being discovered. After all, when he left the house, he copied the token of the owner of the house and used wood magic to copy a wooden token. However, in this dim mine, it was impossible to tell the authenticity without careful observation.

If someone came forward to question him, Mo Fan would raise the token and say that the head of the Ning family hired him to explore the depths of the mine. The man would not say anything, after all, he had the token and was an adventurer, which was not something that ordinary people like them with whips could compare to.

Mo Fan walked down the mine. As he went deeper and deeper, the number of miners decreased. It seemed that the miners in the deep mines had been driven out or killed. After all, this kind of thing was a disaster for some people, but for some people, it was a treasure that could bring them great fortune.

Mo Fan walked to the bottom of the mine. There were no miners here. There were still a few pickaxes on the ground, and some traces of mining. Mo Fan wandered around here, and soon he found a hole about one person wide. There was a burst of cool air coming from behind the hole, or perhaps a dead air.

Life and death have always been opposites. The breath of death does not bring people a cold feeling, but fear from the inside out. Even the strong cannot ignore this feeling. All they can do is suppress the fear and trembling. Or replace it with a stronger emotion, such as... fear.

Mo Fan felt the resistance coming from deep within his heart, and his brain frantically warned him not to enter this land of the dead. Mo Fan was uncomfortable at first, then fearful, and finally angry after he stepped in.

Although Mo Fan didn't like the identity of the son of the Demon King, after all, as a reborn, he wanted to be a human being. But he had to say that as the son of the Demon King and the future Demon King, he didn't allow himself to be afraid, and he didn't allow himself to retreat without a fight. This was the Demon King, the king who led the demons.

Mo Fan walked in this pale cave. For some reason, the surrounding minerals were covered with a layer of white substance, which looked eerie and scary. As he walked along, he would occasionally encounter bones on the ground that suddenly stood up and attacked him. However, they were all easily defeated by Mo Fan.

Skeletons are cannon fodder among the undead creatures. They are large in number and easy to replenish, but their attack is not high, and their defense is as fragile as a piece of paper. Basically, they can only deal with ordinary people, or use their huge numbers to kill an adventurer.

But it looked like this place had been cleaned up once, so the skeletons were in groups of two or three. Even if there were some skeletons wearing armor and with slightly stronger defense, they were no match for Mo Fan's punch.

Mo Fan was walking around slowly, not in a hurry. After all, there couldn't be a powerful undead creature around the Undead Orb. Fighting with a creature of that level would make a lot of noise, and this was a cave. Logically, if Mo Fan didn't hear a loud noise, it meant that the team hadn't reached the end yet.

But...how did the Ning family know about the existence of the Undead Orb? After all, this treasure must be at the deepest part. But the deeper you go, the higher the level of the undead becomes, which is impossible for ordinary people to do. How did they detect it? Or, they don't know?

As Mo Fan walked, he thought silently. It's not impossible. It's true that there are treasures in dangerous places. If the Ning family wants to get that unknown treasure, they must explore. But who would care about a treasure they haven't seen before? So it's a good choice to make up a low-level undead orb that matches the aura of the undead and is a panacea.

In addition to the Orb of the Dead, all other treasures that can be born in a place filled with the breath of the dead will affect their owners without exception. Not to mention those treasures that can only be used by the dead, some weapons and armor are stained with the breath of the dead. Maybe they will be more powerful, but after using them for a long time, their own breath will be infected and affected by it. The Church of the Holy Light can purify the breath of the dead, but the effect will be greatly reduced, so it is not worth it.

"Oh... Never mind. It'll be fine even if it's some other treasure. If nothing works, I'll just treat it as a training."

Mo Fan no longer had much hope, but he kept moving forward. He was still thinking, if the last undead creature seriously damaged or even killed the adventurer team, could he take advantage of it?

With this thought in mind, Mo Fan walked down level by level. The dungeon that spread downwards was very similar to some mazes, but I hope not.

Dungeons and mazes are two different concepts. Dungeons are usually not very complicated, and at most they are divided into a few to a dozen layers. On the other hand, mazes are winding and winding, just like a maze, with both upwards and downwards, and the number of layers is at least 20 to 30. The academy recorded that the deepest maze explored had been explored to more than 70 layers, but it was not yet at the end.

No one knows where the dungeons and mazes came from. Some say that some powerful magicians in ancient times built tombs for themselves, while others say that some ancient demons that were about to die left a way out for themselves. But no conclusion has been reached so far. Anyway, it does not affect the exploration of adventurers, so it is left unresolved. Or perhaps, when someone reaches the deepest part of the maze, they will know the reason.