Manda explained the whole day with various postures and finally calmed the lioness down. In the next time, he only needs to do two things: one is to eat and sleep more and accumulate physical strength as much as possible, and the other is to supervise the manufacturing speed of blood blade.


    In ten days, the poet made five blood blades for Manda and three for guatel. These eight blood blades are very small, and the largest machete is only a foot long, which can be easily put in the backpack.


    Manda is not interested in weapons such as swords. These gods can be handed over to Ogg. He is good at close combat.


    In addition to Ogg, I have to take Roma. Roma is very important and can play better than Ogg for several days.


    Manda only wants to take these two people. Taking too many people can''t help. On the contrary, it will become a burden.


    When everything was ready, Manda asked everyone to wait outside the door. He summoned the old goat alone in the room.


    Pan Shen was wearing a bright red robe today. He looked down at Manda and asked, "are you ready?"


    Manda nodded and said, "ready!"


    "Where are your food, weapons and water?"


    Manda opened her backpack. Pan Shen looked at it, frowned and said, "only so much?"


    Manda pointed to the door and said, "I only brought some, and gave the rest to my men."


    "Your subordinates?" the old goat smiled with two sharp teeth. "Do you want to take your subordinates with you?"


    "In such a dangerous place, at least let me bring two helpers, two, just two..." Manda smiled and rubbed her hands.


    The old goat suddenly sank his face: "do you think anyone is qualified to go to that place?"


    "This, this is just a plan, not even a plan, just an idea..."


    "Who allows you to divulge the instructions of the gods to others?" the old goat was suddenly shrouded in black clouds, which scared Manda back several steps.


    It seems that we can''t take our subordinates. Although we don''t want to take risks alone, Manda dare not offend the old goat. He quickly confessed: "I just told them to go to a place, but didn''t tell them the purpose and location. I don''t even know the location. I don''t need help. I''ll get back the food and weapons. Let''s go now."


    "It''s too late, stand still!" Pan Shen''s eyebrows stood up, the corners of his eyes Rose, the upper half of his face looked ferocious, but there was a strange smile at the corners of his mouth. "The gate of the underworld has been opened, and you must go on your way now."


    "The underworld?" Manda gasped. "Isn''t that where the dead go?"


    "Do you want to become a dead man?" Pan''s voice suddenly became strange, sometimes deafening, sometimes slightly inaudible, "where''s the statue I gave you?"


    Manda quickly opened the Styx island and took out the stone statue promoted to level 6.


    "Take this statue with you, don''t lose it, if you want to come out alive!" a biting cold wind came to your face, and countless heartbreaking wails rang through your ears.


    A dark whirlpool suddenly appeared in the air. There were countless black lines around the whirlpool, rotating and pulling Manda''s body.


    The center of the vortex is pure darkness, unable to penetrate, escape, or even tolerate the darkness of a little light.


    Before being sucked into the center of the vortex, Manda grasped the backpack tightly, which was the only thing he could do.


    There is a bag of dried meat, a water bag, five gods, and the stone statue of Hermes in his right hand. These are all Manda''s possessions.


    I really shouldn''t think of bringing any help. The old goat has never allowed himself to form a group. It''s all because he likes speculation too much.


    That''s good. I didn''t bring enough water and food, and I didn''t bring all the sacred objects.


    The five sacred objects in the backpack are jumping buttons, flameless torch, four wing flying mirror, weightless feather boots and black crystal given to him by tifeng.


    Manda has always been hesitant about this crystal. He wanted to ask the old goat for its use first, and then consider whether to bring it with him.


    But this time he left in a hurry. He didn''t find the opportunity to ask the old goat for advice. The old goat didn''t seem to be aware of the existence of this crystal.


    It''s good to take it with you. If you can bring one more, it''s one more. With all kinds of continuous howls and screams, Manda fell into the center of the vortex and into a completely dark world.


    This is very much like Stanley''s skill, pure darkness, pure silence, as if there was nothing here except nothingness.


    There was a complete description of the underworld in the book of songs, but Manda can''t see anything now.


    Where''s the Styx? Where''s the three headed dog? Where''s the judge? What about Narcissus plain? What about the Pluto palace


    Is the book of songs made up?


    This is impossible. As the basic knowledge of ancient gods that has been spread for so many years, the book of Odes must have its authority. Stanley once bought Hellfire from the dead with special sacrificial skills. Compared with the narration of the dead, the records of the book of odes are basically consistent with the real situation of the underworld.


    Maybe the eyes of the dead can see the true face of the underworld in the dark, but Manda is also prepared.


    He fumbled and untied his backpack. First, he carefully put the stone statue in. When it was completely invisible, once the stone statue fell, it would be difficult to find it back.


    He groped in his backpack for a long time and finally found the flameless torch.


    This is a blood blade made of the ancient sun god Xu perion''s divine blood stone. It is more than a foot long and shaped like a huge steel needle.


    This blood blade has two functions. One is that it can be used as a lethal weapon. As long as it pierces the enemy''s body, it can roast the enemy into dried meat in the blink of an eye.


    Second, it can automatically light up after shaking three times. It has excellent brightness and does not need to supplement fuel. It is a high-grade torch with impeccable performance.


    Manda took the flameless torch and began to shake slowly. While shaking, she thought about an important question - what is the purpose of Pan sending himself to the underworld? Didn''t you come to get the sacrifice? Where is the sacrifice? What the hell is it?


    Thinking, the torch had been shaken more than ten times in his hand, but it didn''t give out any light.


    Broken? So bad?


    It''s impossible. I tried several times last night and there was no problem at all. This blood blade was made by guatel. Whether he or a poet, Manda never doubted the craftsmanship of this pair of teachers and disciples.


    Is it that the gods are not easy to use in the underworld? What else can I do with them?


    When I was puzzled, I suddenly saw a little light shining in my backpack.


    It was a stone statue. The stone statue of Hermes was shining. Manda picked up the stone statue and saw a line of words flashing on it.


    I didn''t expect that the original empty statue suddenly appeared words in the underworld. Is this some kind of magic? Some kind of mechanism? Or have you been watching Hermes?


    Expectation is the third kind. If it is under the gaze of Hermes, it can at least ensure its own safety.


    That line is ancient Aramaic. It says: believers who are about to become saints, use your ears to find their way in the dark.


    With your ears? Totally listening?


    It''s not impossible, but at least there should be some reference, even if there is a blind male bamboo.


    Manda picked up the statue and wanted to take a general look at the surrounding environment with a little light on the text. Even if she saw only a little outline, she could find the direction to go.


    But the light on the text is too weak to illuminate even the fingers pasted on the stone statue.


    Even this faint light soon disappeared. Manda had no choice but to put the stone statue away, concentrate her heart and concentrate, and listen carefully to the voices around her.


    There was no sound around, not even a hint of wind. It was pure and frightening silence.


    Manda stretched out her left foot and took a careful step.


    Da!


    I heard my footsteps clearly.


    Footsteps followed by a short echo proved that there were walls around.


    Manda took a few more steps, and the echo of the footsteps became shorter and almost indistinguishable. Manda concluded that it was moving towards the wall.


    Manda continued to move forward. He was ready to go all the way to the root of the wall, and then stick to the wall and walk in the same direction. Even if his luck was worse, he could find a way out by circling at most one circle.


    But when his fingertips just touched the wall, he heard a hoarse whisper of vicissitudes.


    "Hoo ~"


    It seems that an old man of vicissitudes squeezed out a gasp from his throat.


    Is there anyone else here?


    Manda was shocked and was about to withdraw her finger. Suddenly, she heard a click and a sharp pain. His hand was bitten by something.