The injury on Wu Xiaode's arm has not recovered yet.

Every time you wave the sacred shovel, the pain on your arms will aggravate.

He didn't want to dig anymore.

"Give."

The Holy Spade was handed to the bronze hand.

Whenever the passage is about to close, Wu Xiaode only needs to think about it—

The bronze hand floating in the air was digging hard.

I walked along the original passage. After about a minute, I finally arrived at the end of the passage.

There is still a big hole here.

He walked carefully to the entrance of the cave and looked down—

This is another palace.

Compared to the Death Demon Cave full of corpses and the Dark Palace full of dragon eggs, this place seems extremely empty.

There is a broken sofa full of patches in the center of the hall.

There was a big card standing in front of the sofa, and a broken bowl was placed next to it.

There are a few lines of words written on the card:

“Crowdfunding Hall.”

"All souls, I understand your sufferings and your bitterness. Let us gather our strength to change everything!"

"This angel is here to send a crowdfunding-"

"Take out all the valuable things in you and give them to this angel to buy equipment and save the world and all living beings."

Wu Xiaode was speechless and his eyes swept towards the broken bowl.

In the broken bowl was half a bitten steamed bun and a copper plate.

besides.

The entire hall was empty, covered in dust and nothing.

"Are you so poor? So you want to steal something?"

Wu Xiaode thought to himself.

He fell down with the holy shovel.

The passage on the ceiling closed quickly, looking like it never existed.

As soon as Wu Xiaode fell down, a line of small ice crystal words appeared immediately on the Book of the Undead:

"You have arrived on the third floor."

"Entering the third floor of the magic cave, the mission rating is C."

"You can redeem the Class C title and return to the City of the Holy Name."

"If you don't want to redeem it, please continue to explore."

Wu Xiaode glanced at him and ignored him.

Everything depends on the situation.

If you can get a better title, why stop moving forward?

Wu Xiaode's eyes fell on the sofa and the torn bowl, and he couldn't help but think of the torn robe on the blond man.

——This guy is so poor.

After all, he is a person with sacred power. Stealing things from the Black Dragon seems to be considered justice?

perhaps……

Let's take a look...

Wu Xiaode thought silently, squatted down, picked up the card and looked at it.

It's just an ordinary card.

He put the cards aside and picked up the broken bowl again.

It's so pitiful.

This steamed bun is a real steamed bun, but it has been stored for too long, and it has grown a layer of mold on it, and it is so hard that it can kill people.

This copper coin is also a real copper coin, just one, I don’t know who pity him. He gave him such a coin and invested to ask him to save the world.

Wu Xiaode was watching, suddenly he saw the book of the Dead slowly floating in front of him, showing lines of small ice crystal words:

"Notice!"

"You have obtained the Holy Storage Equipment:"

“Bowl of Ascetic Practice.”

“User Limitations:”

"Only those who possess very powerful divine powers can use this bowl."

"——Everyone in the world suffers, and I will use simple assassination to understand the truth."

Simple, hard practice, comprehend, truth.

There is something noble enough.

Wu Xiaode felt more and more nervous.

——What I got was the seed of the sacred origin, which was stolen by the one-eyed giant. Then the Pope betrayed the giant before his death and left it to himself.

This thing is fused into Thousand Hands.

Now we have encountered a truly pure holy ascetic monk.

Did you accidentally kill the wrong person?

Wu Xiaode stroked the broken bowl, and suddenly, an enlightenment gradually emerged in his heart.

This thing... seems to be used like this...

He held the bowl and shook it out like a splash of water—

Hurry!

The sound of a sudden rain suddenly rang through the entire empty hall.

Blue yellow, red, purple, blue...

Various gems rolled to the ground, mixed with countless gold, gradually flooding Wu Xiaode's insteps, calves, and knees.

It drowned until his waist.

The gem rain gradually stopped.

However, various treasures emerged from the void, such as pure gold apples, shiny armors, diamond-filled crowns, cloaks full of power fluctuations, and handfuls of various rings...

They crackled into the "sea" of gems, like various fruits decorated on cream cakes.

In the entire palace, the solemn, simple, barren atmosphere with some noble meaning disappeared without a trace.

Wu Xiaode was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.

Damn it!

Do you call this asceticism?

Go and die!

The uneasiness in my heart disappeared without a trace.

Wu Xiaode looked around for a week, suddenly said "huh", climbed out of the burial of gold and gems with great effort, stepped on a large shield, and looked into the distance.

A purple gold coffin lay obliquely among the golden sand gems.

Coffin...

The entire hall was filled with treasures, which showed that the man had a clear preference for collecting items.

——How could he keep such a coffin?

Wu Xiaode kicked the ground with his feet, jumped gently, and landed beside the purple gold coffin.

He pressed his hand on the coffin.

Two lines of small ice crystal words suddenly appeared on the Book of the Undead:

"The Coffin of the Holy Seal."

"Finding the town."

——What is sealed in this coffin?
To be continued...