"Damn it, they made this puppet so damn sturdy!" Chen Mo grumbled.
This was really leaving Ordinary People no way to survive. If the entire team had been ordinary mercenaries and entered the Underground Space, there would have been nothing to say—they would just be waiting to die.
"So that's how it was!"
Chen Mo froze. He thought of the four deep pits he had seen at the entrance to the temple on the upper level. At the bottom of those pits had been all kinds of bones, along with rats as large as calves.
In other words, all four pits had living rats inside them. So how had those rats survived? Now he understood.
It was not that no one had entered the Underground Space, but everyone who had entered had died. Afterward, their bodies had been thrown into those pits. Their blood might have flowed along the blood channels into this Great Hall, nourishing the demonic vine flowers.
And the flesh from their bodies was probably the essential food that kept the rats alive!
Many of the withered bones in those pits had probably belonged to people who entered this Underground Space.
Otherwise, there would not have been so many withered bones, nor so many rats! And there would not have been so many passageways on the platform. Those passageways might have been built to lure people down to explore. Greed could not be stopped, but it sent people to their deaths!
Chen Mo was speechless. Then, unable to contain his anger, he raised his Sniper Rifle and fired at the monster's head again.
Sure enough, it was still completely useless!
Chen Mo had attacked the monster's head before, but it had done nothing. This time, although he aimed accurately and hit the monster's two dark eye sockets