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Steve panicked and waved his hands quickly. "No, no, no, no, no, we don't mean any harm."

Perhaps because this explanation was too pale, he quickly ran over to the ghost and gently tugged at its cloak. "Ghost, not all lies are malicious. Moreover, we were wrong in this matter, so we must admit our mistake."

"He's not a friend."

The ghost tilted his head in confusion, and the ancient guardian over there, probably because Steve's words were too sincere, suppressed his anger and just watched.

"But he's not an enemy either."

Steve spoke seriously, without sighing or preaching, just trying to repeat a fact.

After all, everyone in the group already knew thoroughly about the ghosts' lack of common sense. As long as it was explained clearly, there was nothing that could not be understood.

The lack of information exchange between people and the failure to explain things simply and clearly are also major obstacles to mutual understanding.

The ghost waved the sign in confusion, but still nodded in a tiny arc to show that he understood.

It remembered one thing: between enemies and friends, there was a third category that was neither. Although the ghost didn't quite understand what attitude to have towards such a guy who couldn't be divided, it was willing to learn.

After explaining to the ghost, Steve immediately tried to calm the ancient guardian, but the other party had calmed down and just looked at him with that eye.

"...Tell me your reasons." The other party sighed. Years of survival experience told him that the chances of winning were slim.

There is no such thing as a good temper. If he really had a good temper, this place would have become the territory of drowned corpses no matter how hidden it was. It was just the fear in his heart that made him do this after weighing the pros and cons.

Besides, he really didn't want to fight if necessary.

So the next thing I can do is try to listen to what those guys are going to do. If it's too much, I'll just pretend to be dead. They don't look like they would kill innocent creatures.

Now that the other party said that, there was hope.

Steve unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth. Although he hadn't asked yet, he was already prepared for victory. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, half of the water poured in and he was stunned.

He seemed to have no reason, or at least a more legitimate reason. The Enderman's attack happened a long time ago, and they hadn't appeared for a long time. This trip was not only to eliminate potential dangers but also to satisfy his own adventurous spirit.

How could he say such words? Steve raised his hands and opened his mouth, as if he had turned into a statue.

The water molecules here seemed to be filled with silence. Just when Val couldn't stand it anymore and was about to say something to help, Steve spoke.

"...This may not seem like a sufficient reason for you to trust us, but for me, heading out into the unknown world, to observe, to take risks, to understand, is a sufficient reason in itself."

508 I won't stop moving forward

"That's not enough reason."

After a long silence, the other party's denial inevitably brought a little frustration to Steve, but only a little, he did not intend to give up.

Although he felt a little disgusted, he didn't mind digging a tunnel from the bottom. After all, the other party's behavior proved that what he was looking for would be nearby. At most, he would just dig underground for a while and he would find it eventually.

It's better than floating in the sea like a lost river fish at the beginning.

"But." The voice here had just dissipated from the water, and the other party said "but" again, which made Steve's heart rise to his throat.

Under his gaze, the Ancient Guardian spoke calmly, "While I can't point you in the right direction, I can answer a few insignificant questions."

What's with all the breathing? Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes, because they were indeed wrong, but a villain still materialized in his heart, and he couldn't help but start chattering about the national quintessence.

The ghost looked up at the other party, lacking interest and not taking out the wooden sign. The other party was not edible, not considered a friend, and was very weak, and could not arouse its interest, so it just kneaded its cloak boredly.

Or maybe he looked up at Steve, probably thinking that what surrounded him when they first met was very similar to what it was now.

It's all loneliness.

But the other party seems to have gotten rid of this state.

It suddenly dropped the cloak in its hand, tilted its head, and propped up its head with its arms, staring intently through the empty holes that served as eyes.

Ghosts don't like this situation.

Loneliness seems to take the fun out of everything.

It pulled out its own bone nails and placed them on its crossed legs, staring at them in a daze.

It has been a long time since the ghosts had a satisfying fight.

Compared to the quiet ghost, Steve has started to talk non-stop.

"Um, can I ask how long you've lived? It might be a little impolite, but I'm really curious."

As soon as he asked this question, Steve couldn't help but stare at the ancient guardian. According to the other party, he seemed to have lived for a long time, but this world had only been alive for a few years.

Even if the other party gained wisdom the moment he came back to life, it shouldn't have given him such a feeling.

The weight that time brings to life is indeed something that can be traced, especially after Steve has seen almost everyone in the chat group.

The ancient guardian was not embarrassed by this question. Instead, he showed a nostalgic look - it was really difficult for a species like him with only one eye to show such a strange look.

"I can't remember how long it's been."

"Those days were just too long. I was probably asleep again. Back then, those little creatures were still swimming around me in a daze, not half as smart as they are now."

He spoke these things very slowly, and they seemed to contain endless emotions.

Perhaps even if the guards had thoughts, they couldn't communicate with him. He finally caught one who could talk, and since he was in such a state, he might as well say a few more words to make himself feel better.

"I do remember those days vaguely. When I woke up, all I could see were floating seaweed. But in recent years, undersea earthquakes have been frequent. I've put a lot of effort into protecting this temple from becoming a complete ruin."

"Anyway, this place slowly sank, and we got closer and closer to the sea level, and it became what it is today."

After saying the last sentence with a lingering feeling, the ancient guardian closed his eyes as if savoring the past. These things were more than what Steve had asked.

The amount of information is somewhat shocking. The most intuitive thing is that long before the world changed drastically, something was wrong with my world. It seems that this is not an accidental misfortune at all!

Steve subconsciously wanted to smile bitterly, complaining that his situation was like going out, riding a horse, and the horse would be killed by a bomb, and then he would build a grave for the horse, but the grave would be blown up by a creeper. But he looked at Val, and then at the ghost.

The feeling of relief quickly dispelled the boredom.

If this little bit of bad luck can bring me so many things, it doesn't seem like there's anything to lose.

"Since you sank here accidentally, why did you try to hide the existence of the ruins?"

"..."

"Because the attacks we've had... they weren't even attacks."

"Because of the ruins?" Steve asked subconsciously. "What do you mean it can't be considered an attack?"

After he asked this question, he clearly saw that the other person's single eye, which was originally a little hesitant, revealed an overly complicated expression mixed with fear.

"Those shadow-like creatures were rushing to their deaths, one after another, just to dive into the water. The seawater seemed like boiling lava to them. I even heard the sound of their bodies corroding, but they still swam downwards, into the ruins... I don't know what's down there. The Guardian's mission also includes protecting things beyond the underwater temple."

"But to this day, I'm terrified by that scene. Whatever was in there, there might be something I can't face. It might destroy the place we live and protect."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute and look at us."

Steve stood up suddenly and made an exaggerated gesture, pointing first at himself, then at the ghost and Val.

"We're completely different from them. Those guys can't even get into a place two blocks high! Unless there's a genetic mutation, how can we be the same race as them? Our minds are completely different!"

He made an impassioned speech in an attempt to make a final persuasion.

But the Ancient Guardian's calm words silenced him. "But you're not one of us, either. The gap between you and me is even greater than that between you and those weirdos."

"..."

There was absolutely no way to refute this statement. Steve lowered his head in frustration.

"Okay then! I understand. I won't bother you anymore. I mean, I won't bother you anymore. I'll be leaving soon. I'm leaving now. Sorry, everyone. Bye, bye."

Steve picked up the ghost and ran away, and Val followed without a word.

The ancient guardian watched them go away with great suspicion, and forced the timid guys to follow and check until they were sure that they had disappeared at the end of their sight and there was no sign of them returning, and they did not relax their watch at all.

While they were staring at the seabed with great vigilance, Steve had quietly opened a slightly narrow passage right below their base.

509 Go!

Under the sea, Steve is making a secret move.

He did not openly build a plank road, but just waved the manuscript under the sea.

Val also took a manuscript and typed with him. Even the ghost took a manuscript and spun it like a top, quickly opening a path.

There is nothing we can do about it.

I have already wasted a lot of points searching for the fallen ender pearls on the road. It is not worth it to spend so many points just for a place that is almost certain in location.

Poor Steve swung the pickaxe while crying silently in his heart, and shook his empty points.

As for borrowing some from the person with the most points in the group, that would be too much like being a freeloader. As a veteran in the group, Steve felt that he would not fall to such a state.

Of course, it's not impossible for him to exploit the villagers. The abundant minerals converted into points are enough for him to squander for a long time. However, because those people trust and support him so much, he can do something like this to hang on the street lamp.

I would rather go to some remote and deserted corners to look for some mineral veins, or just do the tasks in the group.

While Steve was daydreaming, the ghost suddenly stopped waving the sparkling diamond manuscript rapidly.

It was not the same dark stone in front of it, but bricks covered with moss. It remembered what Steve had said to it: finding such stone was equivalent to finding the ruins.

The sign didn't leave any marks on the ground. The ghost walked to Steve's side, raised the sign and poked him lightly.

Steve shook his head, which was a little dizzy from going down the mine, and saw the exposed mossy stone bricks that the ghost was pointing to not far away, and his face immediately showed joy.

"! It's worthy of being a ghost." Steve, with praise and excitement, picked up the ghost, held it in his arms, and hugged it tightly.

Then let it go immediately when the other person starts to feel confused.

Earned it, earned it.

Steve muttered to himself, then knocked open the moss-covered brick.

It was pitch black inside, a hollow space with only the bright frame of a torch shining through the small opening. Steve stuck his head in with the torch and could barely see clearly.

Inside was an abandoned library-like room with bookshelves neatly arranged and spider webs cluttering the gaps and corners of the walls.

There should have been torches inside, according to Steve's experience.

But the fact that there was no one didn't make him angry. He quickly knocked open an entrance and exit that was large enough for people to pass through, walked in with a torch, and it was much brighter inside.

He looked around a few times and found the box where he expected it.

This one looked intact, and Steve gave a satisfied smile.

Although he wouldn't have any need for the things inside.

Steve squatted down and opened the box. It was empty inside, without even a speck of dust. It was as clean as if it had been licked.

He slammed the box shut, making a clanking sound. Three black lines seemed to solidify above his head. How could such an empty box not make people resentful?

Steve almost gritted his teeth at the thought.

Then he was caught off guard by the ghost, who tiptoed up to him and gently poked his shoulder while he was still squatting.

Steve turned around and was about to ask when he heard the ghost raise a hand and place it in front of his mask. Although he couldn't see the gesture because there were no fingers, the creatures in this world didn't have fingers, so he easily understood the other party.

That means don't speak up.

So he remained squatting like that, motionless, with his mouth shut, just looking around and listening quietly.

Then he heard some tiny sounds, like tiny creatures crawling on the ground, rubbing, scraping, and wriggling, making rustling noises.

The thing was getting closer and closer to them. Val had quietly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and Steve was holding his breath, as if waiting.

Until that thing is close enough.

Steve didn't bring a torch when he came in. Only the one in his hand dispelled the darkness a little, and the ghost's body was faintly glowing, which was the effect of a lantern.

It suddenly turned around, and the bone nail in its hand accurately nailed a creature to the ground.

It was a gray insect. Even though it was nailed to the ground, it kept twisting its body and making a noisy sound that made one's teeth ache.

Silverfish - or silverfish.

Of course Steve recognized this thing. He was not surprised to see it here. After all, there was a silverfish spawner in front of every portal.

With a slight scratch from the light bone nail, the thing split into two halves and then dissipated into smoke, but the movement in the corner became more and more obvious.

Those things rushed out from the dark corners all at once, insects crowded together, making hundreds of friction sounds on the ground. The dense number of them made Steve dizzy.

But he was a man who had experienced many storms and wars, and apart from the fact that it was a little disgusting that they were crowded here, he could not be shaken in the slightest by Steve.

The sharp diamond sword could wipe out a large area with just a light sweep. Even if there were no ghosts, he and Val could easily complete the massacre.