Blighttown They Couldn't Leave Behind

"Blighttown, that dump? I've got experience with it."

Confidence filled Lu Lu Wo's heart.

Although the route she had taken from the Painting World to Blighttown before had not been this long tunnel in front of her, she was still somewhat confident in her exploration of Blighttown.

No, that mindset could not really be called confidence. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that after being tormented so badly, her body had developed a "spider-sense" for all the malice here, as if she could predict it in advance.

It counted as a talent, but she would rather never have to use it, because whenever that talent took effect, it meant she was about to suffer pain no less agonizing than a forced march down the Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-mile road.

Sigh, couldn't exploring Zane Dungeon be a little easier?

What she did not know was that, in Painting World: Blighttown, the place she had entered was generally called the main gate of Blighttown. Before reaching it, there was still a fairly difficult preliminary area to explore.

And the dark, foul-smelling tunnel they were looking at now was generally called the back gate of Blighttown by the Undead. Entering Blighttown from here followed the classic route of "running Blighttown backward."

It was said that running Blighttown backward was much easier than swaggering in through the main gate, and that was indeed true.

However, that was in the game.

In Zane Dungeon as it was now, would there really be any obvious difference in difficulty between taking the route normally and taking it backward?

For now, she would reserve judgment.

"This is still so hard to get used to."

"I feel like this stench is what you'd get if you boiled Farron Keep's foul swamp over high heat until it thickened into a sauce. No,