Barefoot Immortal knowingly nodded and said, "No rooms also mean there’s nowhere to hide when pursued by ghosts. It seems the Eternal Hell is extremely dangerous; we must make thorough preparations to explore it."
"Yes, and we also need to consider the issue of potential lack of oxygen in that place, so let’s take several oxygen bottles to prevent suffocation."
"Forget the oxygen bottles; I have algae on my feet that can produce oxygen, enough for us to breathe."
"Barefoot, don’t talk nonsense. The Eternal Hell doesn’t have much light. How can you produce oxygen without photosynthesis?"
Barefoot Immortal chuckled and said, "Do you really think when I wear a hundred pairs of smelly socks, the foot bacteria are doing inefficient anaerobic respiration? The foot odor produced by anaerobic respiration can’t keep up with my consumption. To tell the truth, my hundred pairs of socks not only block sunlight but also have evolved the algae on my feet into deep-sea algae that can perform photosynthesis without light."
"What?!" said Meng Die, astonished at the idea of photosynthesis without light, "Is this still photosynthesis?"
"Actually, the photosynthesis of deep-sea algae relies on geothermal energy, whereas mine relies on foot heat, simply put, thermal power. Algae utilize heat to fix carbon dioxide and release oxygen."
Barefoot Immortal casually explained, and Meng Die, grasping his meaning, laughed and said, "You’re truly something, Barefoot Immortal; you’ve turned your feet into something impressive!"
"Of course, if I could’ve joined the national football team back in the day, wouldn’t I have led us to challenge the World Cup champions?"
Meng Die was shocked by his words but decided to believe Barefoot Immortal for now, knowing that no one on the battlefield could withstand his foot odor, let alone those on the sports field.
"Besides the oxygen issue, we need some blood-stopping spray because Rosen’s face is all bloody in the video, indicating that place is dangerous and easy to get hurt."
Just as Meng Die mentioned this, Barefoot Immortal already purchased a bunch of blood-stopping sprays online.
"You always act so quickly," praised Meng Die. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ nοvelfire.net
After preparing enough supplies, they both entered the bathroom together.
Meng Die said, "If the legends are true, then the mirror must be connected to Hell."
"Yes, we’ve seen the visions of Hell before. Now it’s time to try crossing through the mirror."
Two dazed figures appeared in the hallway.
Barefoot Immortal and Meng Di strode with an unrecognizable gait, mumbling as if they were disabled.
Their souls were absorbed when they gazed into the mirror.
Now successfully in Hell, they discovered it was a pitch-black corridor without rooms, likely the Eternal Hell.
"This isn’t good; the suffocating feeling is strong!" Meng Die noticed something was wrong and hurriedly said to Barefoot Immortal, "Quickly, let your algae release oxygen!"
Barefoot Immortal immediately removed a hundred pairs of smelly socks, and a large amount of oxygen was instantly released.
However, with it came a large amount of methane and other combustible gases, meaning if it encountered fire, an explosion might occur.
Meng Die had no choice but to take out her cherished "poison gas mask" and wear it to filter the foot odor.
Nearly suffocating, Barefoot Immortal, put the hundred pairs of smelly socks on his head, so the oxygen directly entered his lungs, cleansing his cells with pure oxygen, and refreshed him from suffocation.
Although temporarily escaping suffocation, another crisis soon emerged.
"Look quickly, there’s a figure over there!" Meng Die pointed to a direction and said.
Barefoot Immortal looked over but saw nothing in the dark.
Meng Die anxiously added, "The figure is running towards us! This doesn’t look good!"
Although Barefoot Immortal hadn’t seen anything, he became nervous, "Don’t frighten me! Where is the shadow?"
"Look closely, isn’t there a black silhouette, darker than darkness, running towards us?" Meng Die reminded.
"Indeed, it seems there is a shadow running over!"
When Barefoot Immortal finally saw the shadow, it suddenly collided with him.
His clothes were instantly stained with blood, the scent pungent.
"Blood, it seems to be a severely injured living person!"
Meeting someone alive and not a ghost was reassuring.
They quickly tended to the person and asked, "How did you end up here?"
"I don’t know why I’m here either," Rosen said.
"Alright, have you seen anyone else here?" Meng Die asked, hoping to learn of Rosen’s whereabouts.
"You two are the first living people I’ve met here," Rosen replied.
Disappointed, Meng Die said, "It seems finding him in this Eternal Hell might be impossible."
Rosen immediately asked, "You said this is Eternal Hell. What’s going on?"
"Don’t you know?" Meng Die asked, "Then how did you get in?"
"I was just shaving in front of a mirror, and unexpectedly a pair of hands grabbed my beard and pulled me through."
"Then, I found myself here."
Upon hearing Rosen’s story, Meng Die said, "It seems your experience is just like ours."
Barefoot Immortal asked, "What’s with all the blood on your face?"
Rosen said, "I had just arrived, didn’t know where I was, got scared, and ran blindly, hitting my head and bleeding."
Barefoot Immortal heard this and quietly whispered to Meng Di, "Could Rosen also be bleeding because he fell?"
Meng Die softly replied, "It’s possible, but this person might not be human; could be a disguised ghost. We need to be cautious."
"Yes, I’ve been wary of him all along," replied Barefoot Immortal coldly.
Their voices were so low that Rosen couldn’t hear them.
Rosen said, "Since you’re here to find someone, you must leave after finding them, so we’re on the same path."
Thinking more brains might help solve problems, he considered joining them.
"Alright, then just , but this place is too dark, we can’t distinguish identities or locations easily, so I suggest keeping up a conversation to avoid getting separated."
Meng Die’s suggestion got their agreement.
However, Rosen remained cautious of them, believing there were ghosts in Eternal Hell, and their sudden appearance was definitely suspicious.
"By the way, what’s your name? I’m Butterfly, and this is Long Legs."
Meng Die introduced themselves, intentionally using code names.
Rosen said, "I am Mona Lisa Shakespeare Jamaica Liao Ultraman Manhattan’s Big Feast!"
He said his name rapidly, making it sound fuzzy with repeated words.
Meng Die’s expression changed, secretly thinking, "This person has an unusual aura even when speaking, evoking a hidden wave technique, and his name is so long. He must come from a powerful tribe; I’ve heard some tribes with extraordinarily long names are very formidable!"
Although Rosen wasn’t aware of Meng Die’s thoughts, he called out a grand name to intimidate, believing a longer name sounded imposing.
Meng Die said, "Since your name is so long, I only remember the last five words; I’ll call you ’Big Feast.’ " As she said this, her mouth watered as she thought about not being able to have a feast in Hell, which made her sad.
"Alright, although my actual name is Mona Lisa Shakespeare Jamaica Liao Ultraman Manhattan’s Big Feast, it’s cumbersome to say repeatedly, so you may call me ’Big Feast,’ for convenience."
After Rosen finished speaking, Meng Die, slightly dizzy, nodded and said, "Alright, no need to repeat it, I get it."