The man said, "She is dead."
As soon as he finished speaking, the corpse in the corner raised its head, its rotting face teetering on the verge of collapse, and two bloody, mangled eye sockets met Xia Chuhe's eyes.
Two dark shadows flashed past the eye hole; they seemed to be small insects.
"Mommy, there are so many bugs here, it hurts so much, I'm going to be eaten."
Xia Chuhe involuntarily recalled this sentence. She felt something strange about her body; something should have jumped violently, but this time it remained still.
Why do dead people move?
Could this corpse be the child from the dungeon?
It doesn't seem like it.
The body is relatively small, with long hair braided into dreadlocks, making it resemble an adult woman.
Although he might be a short man who loves dreadlocks, Xia Chuhe had no interest in checking further.
The white bones were faintly visible in some areas of the face of the corpse. Xia Chuhe deduced from his meager, almost non-existent, forensic knowledge that the corpse had been dead for at least half a month.
The existence of this corpse may be part of the dungeon's design.
Xia Chuhe slowly walked back to the group. Strange, the corpses were rotten like that, so why didn't anyone smell the stench?
smell……
Xia Chuhe then realized that she seemed to have not been breathing for a long time.
She placed her fingers on her pulse; there was no pulse, no heartbeat.
Oh, she should have been startled when the corpse looked up, but she wasn't. So, it seems she's already dead.
Xia Chuhe grabbed Lu Dangui's wrist, but there was no pulse.
It seemed that no one in the group realized they were dead, except...
Ah Bao, with a strange expression.
The man forced a stiff smile: "You're very perceptive. When we arrived, the body was still dragging on the ground. It wasn't until half a day later that we realized we were dead."
Therefore, the men's pale complexions are understandable.
Xia Chuhe thought of a question: if the body is already dead, can it still go out after seven days?
The overhead lights flickered, the ceiling next to the light tubes was loose, and clumps of white, greasy dust floated in the air.
The dust fell on Xia Chuhe's eyes, but there was no dryness.
Dust settled in Xia Chuhe's nasal cavity, and he didn't want to sneeze.
...
The ceiling was lifted, briefly revealing a sliver of light, and a flowerpot, about half a person's height, was lowered down by a rope. The action of lowering the flowerpot was repeated three times.
Then a rope ladder descended from the ceiling, and a person in a spacesuit slowly went down the ladder.
The spacesuit was dirty and worn, with tiny cracks at the junction of the neck and head.
The astronaut slowly and stiffly reached out his hand, holding three packets of seeds.
The astronaut placed the seeds one by one into the pots, indicating that each group had one large pot and one seed. He placed his hand in the pot, made a gesture of lifting it up, and then brought his hands together, as if to say "flowering."
The man asked, "You mean we should have a flower-planting competition, and whoever plants their flower first wins?"
The astronaut nodded, then shook his head. He repeated the action of closing, opening, and closing again.
Xia Chuhe examined the seeds and found that they included wheat, oats, rapeseed, and plant tubers, none of which were ornamental.
Xia Chuhe asked, "Is it enough to let the seeds mature?"
The astronaut nodded. Seeing that the outsider understood his meaning, the astronaut slowly turned around, intending to leave.
Xia Chuhe followed behind him and asked, "What's the reward for the winner?"
The astronaut tilted his head and pointed to the exposed ceiling and rope ladder.
After the astronauts climbed up, the rope ladder remained hanging in the room.
Xia Chuhe climbed up quickly, and then she saw the most vibrant scene after entering the wasteland.
Countless fruits and vegetables, lush and green, stretch for miles, seemingly without end.
Beside my feet, watermelons the size of heads hid under the vines and leaves, like shy little girls.
Two meters away, a long bamboo pole was erected, and intertwined cucumber vines climbed all over the pole, nurturing cucumbers of all sizes...
Everyone who climbed up stood still, afraid to move, as if everything before them was an illusion.
Xia Chuhe asked, "Can the winner take all of these?"
The astronaut nodded and slowly turned to leave.
His movements were unusually slow, and the gap at his waist seemed to have widened a little more. The spacesuit didn't look like it had worn out from being worn for a long time; it was more like the person inside was too bulky, stretching the suit until it burst.
Xia Chuhe put aside his inappropriate thoughts and secretly and quietly squatted down to harvest the watermelons.
The watermelons disappeared from the ground.
Xia Chuhe quickly glanced at the farm.
...
Hmm? Where's the watermelon?
A watermelon with a head as big as a head?
How come it disappeared just like the ginseng fruit that Sun Wukong knocked down?
Xia Chuhe, refusing to believe it, harvested two more watermelons, but the farm was still the same as before; there weren't even any watermelons, let alone watermelons.
Xia Chuhe took two steps to the side and switched to harvesting cucumbers.
The fruits and vegetables in front of us have decreased, but the fruits and vegetables on the farm have increased.
The law of conservation of energy does not apply in dungeons.
Xia Chuhe looked at his slightly damp palms, and was overwhelmed with disappointment.
This instance seems to have no loopholes; if you're not first, you can't take anything.
However, what Xia Chuhe couldn't understand the most was why, in a simple planting competition, the evolved beings had to be turned into corpses, and why they had to live underground.
While the others didn't seem to think much of it, Li Qiusheng was already working enthusiastically.
Li Qiusheng placed his team's flowerpots under the hole in the ceiling, activated his superpower to continuously surround and pile up soil, letting the soil fall into the pots.
Seeing this, the others also felt a sense of crisis and stepped on the soil that Li Qiusheng had turned into, trying to pull the flower pots out or carry soil into them.
When Li Qiusheng was trampled on several times and was howling in pain, he decided to change his strategy. But when he looked at his flowerpot, it was completely empty. There wasn't even a speck of dust, let alone soil.
Li Qiusheng angrily retorted, "Where's my soil? Where's my huge pile of soil? Who stole my soil?"
Du Zhen smiled wryly: "Nobody's stealing your soil."
In front of Li Qiusheng, she grabbed a handful of soil and threw it into the flowerpot.
The soil fell into the pot and disappeared without a trace the moment it hit the bottom.
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