Heixiao turned his head and whispered in the fat man's ear. The fat man was stunned: "Tianjin egg tart? Who are you fucking you? Even if Tianjin egg tarts are specialties, they should be called Jinta."

In the darkness ahead, Mon Oil Bottle knocked on the wooden wall next to it with his hand. It was a knocking word, which meant to be quieter. The fat man immediately stopped and glared at Hei Xiaozi, who grinned.

Many parts of the stairs have rotted and collapsed, revealing the stone beams below, and there are also stairs layer by layer. They say they are walking on the stairs, but they are actually walking down the stone beams. There are just no railings. We only dare to lean inside.

After going down a few layers, the sulfur smell is stronger in our position. I am very familiar with this smell. Fatty people should have never come down in these layers, so everyone slowed down. The oil bottle was very fast, and the cat was unambiguously down, leaving a footprint on each step. All of us dared not overtake half a step when we stepped on the footprints.

Every time I go down the floor, I find that the height of this floor will be three to four meters higher than the previous floor, so when I go down to about ten floors, not only does there be no light, but we can't even hear the sound of rain above, and the smell of sulfur in the air is so strong that we can't smell any other smell. Our stairs are turning back more and more, and we have to turn back on the stairs for a long time to reach the bottom of the first floor.

The plaque is as we expected, and each floor here represents a last disaster.

The statues on each floor are getting taller and taller, and after going down, there may be fewer opportunities to come into contact with the spores outside, and the corrosion of the statues is getting less and less. When the oil bottle stopped again, we came to the middle part of a floor about 30 meters high. The flashlight below shone, and the bottom is still deep. When we shine on the side, we illuminated the tall statues on this floor.

The statues on this layer were almost not rotten. Just one look and you will probably know why the layers above were so rotten.

The statue of the god is made of human skin, using the technique of a woman's leather figurine. The statue of this layer is about half a layer high, and I don't know how many people's skins should be used. The color of the statue's appearance has faded, and I can't tell what kind of god it used to be, but now it looks like a plain embryo.

There is only one on this floor, and it seems that there is not enough financial resources.

The temperature of this layer has increased a lot and the humidity is also very high. We saw that there were yellow scabs on the walls of the tower, and I picked it up and it was all sulfur.

"Stay here for a break." Menyouping said, and he looked down, and the fat man said, "Young man guarantees that the earthquake has not damaged the structure."

The oil bottle shines underneath with a flashlight. We see the bottom of this floor, which is a bit unusual. I asked, "Yes, why are these stairs very unsolid when resting in half this sky? Although there are stone beams inside, it is difficult to protect the problem after so long."

The oil bottle blew a cold fireworks backhanded and threw them down. The fire fell and fell to the bottom. A strange ripples instantly arose, and we all heard the sound of water.

It's water.

The cold fireworks slowly sink into the water and sink very slowly in the water.

We looked at each other, and the fat man touched the sulfur on the wall with his hands and murmured: "Hot spring?"

After saying that, the fat man slowly took off his clothes and looked at us. I knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to jump down directly, so I immediately grabbed him. Although the water was very deep, who knew how much the hot spring was? Should we eat it or not when it was cooked?
Chapter completed!