A few minutes later, the two of them were dead.
The bodies of Glen and Michele lay like broken sacks on the cold, damp stone floor. A torch had rolled to one side, its dying flame illuminating the shock and terror frozen on their faces.
Several goblins were excitedly circling the corpses, using their filthy claws to roughly rummage through the backpacks and pockets, fighting over the dry rations, coins, and the spare dagger inside.
They chittered and chattered, letting out victorious cheers.
Inside the backpack, Chen Yu was speechless.
'I'd only been hitching this ride for less than ten minutes.'
'These two have the worst luck.'
'Getting ambushed by goblins right after entering the Underground City…'
He watched as several goblins reached the backpack.
[Slime Ejection]
The Hallucinogenic Slime shot out of the backpack, simultaneously using all its strength to push its round, chubby brother out as well.
"Gree?!"
