""Hiss, it hurts so much.""
Accompanied by a faint moan, Lin Kele opened her eyes and saw darkness. An indescribable stench perated the air, and her skin, touching the ground, felt wet and sticky.
"Where am I?"
Lin Kele murmured to herself, supporting herself with her hands, trying to sit up. The next mont, a sharp pain, as if all her bones were about to break, like an invisible large hand, pressed her back onto the ground.
Stimulated by the severe pain, her previously dazed consciousness instantly cleared, and then fragnts of her mory before fainting flashed through her mind.
A distorted face reaching from behind, almost pressed against her cheek.
Under the pouring rain and thick fog, the intricate alleys of Seven Star Ridge, like an endless maze, and then the sudden sensation of her foot missing the ground, her body plumting.
"Wait, did I fall into the sewer?" Lin Kele thought of this, and suddenly felt her cheeks flush.
As an official Night Watch mber, being scared to flee by a terrifying-looking woman with no Spiritual Energy fluctuations was already embarrassing enough. If she added, "fell and injured herself in the sewer while fleeing," then she would probably have to move to another city.
"Splash—splash—!"
Following the sound of water, Lin Kele struggled to look up and could vaguely see the faint light coming from the hole she had fallen through.
Outside the hole, the rain was still falling. Accumulated rainwater flowed in through the irregularly shaped opening, forming small waterfalls that splashed down, creating sprays on the ground.
Staring at the hole for a few seconds, Lin Kele had a flash of inspiration.
Her intuition told her that she hadn't fallen into a sewer, but into a hidden, undiscovered air-raid shelter.
With the changing tis, these hidden air-raid shelters were becoming increasingly rare in Mountain City, but they hadn't completely disappeared. Every now and then, so hidden air-raid shelters would reappear due to factors like building demolition or construction, long-term disrepair, or roof collapse.
"If it's an air-raid shelter, there should be another exit. As long as I find the right direction and keep walking, I'll be out soon. Once I'm out, as long as I don't tell anyone, no one # Nоvеlight # will know about these embarrassing things I've done, right?"
"As for how to find the correct direction among the four or five diverging paths within my line of sight—isn't that my specialty?"
Lin Kele thought, resting for a mont longer. Once the pain in her body eased, she leaned against the moss-covered, slippery wall and slowly stood up. Then she fumbled around her body and found her phone.
Her phone, having fallen from a height with her and then soaked in the accumulated water on the ground for so ti, had a shattered screen and was completely broken.
"Damn this thing, sooner or later it's going to give birth to a urban legend!"
After fiddling with her phone for a while and seeing no response, Lin Kele cursed under her breath and angrily threw it on the ground.
So say that people's dependence on mobile phones has reached a very serious level. She used to scoff at this idea, but at this mont, she realized that without her phone, it was even difficult for her to find a light source.
"Breath of the Wild, uh, what cos after that?"
"Dragon battles in the wilderness, straw, remains, swaying..." "Desolate wilderness, straw, remains, fanning the wind of kindling..."
After attempting to chant the Spell eight or nine tis, even biting her tongue once by accident, Lin Kele finally successfully cast a Red Fla Flash.
Watching the warm, crimson fla rise in her palm, dispelling the surrounding darkness, she let out a sigh of relief, then imdiately began to regret being clever during the Night Watch Spell training.
If she hadn't relied on intuition in every assessnt back then, finding those tiny loopholes in the strict scrutiny and getting by, it wouldn't be so difficult now to cast a single-digit numbered Spell.
"Alas—! How did that poem go? 'Black hair knows not to study early, only when white-haired does one regret reading late?'"
After sighing, Lin Kele quickly snapped out of her guilt, composed herself, and activated her Spirit Mark, beginning to search for the correct direction to leave this air-raid shelter.
As she began to activate her Spirit Mark, she even started planning: after leaving this dreadful place, she would first go back and take a hot bath, then find a good restaurant for a hot pot to ward off the chill.
She was wrong, but she wasn't going to change her mind!
Anyway, it was too late to change now.
As the Spirit Mark was activated, like a cold current surging through her body, Spiritual Energy rapidly spread to Lin Kele's limbs and bones, and then further integrated into her spiritual perception, spreading out like a spiderweb, weaving a network of spiritual threads around her that were invisible to the naked eye.
If a Psychic or urban legend with extrely strong spiritual perception were to look at Lin Kele at this mont, they would find that she resembled a giant fluorescent jellyfish, waving its countless slender tentacles.
Those spiritual threads gently drifted in the air, their ends rging into the void.
It was as if each one was an independent and special sensory organ, capturing mysterious guidance beyond the five senses. The correct direction, the correct direction, the correct direction.
Lin Kele closed her eyes tightly, silently repeating in her heart.
A few seconds later, one of the spiritual threads suddenly twitched. She imdiately opened her eyes and, without hesitation, followed the wonderful feeling of inspiration, raising the fla in her hand high and to the left, stepping through the half-decomposed filth that evoked unpleasant associations, and began to move forward.
The narrow space, the faint light of the Red Fla Flash, the sticky sound of her feet on the wet, accumulated water...
Although her intuition told Lin Kele that she wasn't in a sewer, she couldn't help but recall so urban legend legends about the sewers of Mountain City.
It was a urban legend legend similar to the alligators in New York's sewers, originating from a fisherman who caught a juvenile saltwater crocodile in the Langshui River.
Although it was later confird that the juvenile saltwater crocodile had been kept as a pet and then abandoned in the Langshui River, the urban legend legend still spread uncontrollably.
Legend has it that there is also an adult, hermaphroditic saltwater crocodile in Mountain City, with a brutal and bloodthirsty nature. The reason relevant departnts can't find it is because it hides for long periods in a corner of Mountain City's complex sewer system, and every year it gives birth to several genetically similar young crocodiles that swim into the river.
At first, everyone dismissed the legend as nonsense, until soone sighted a giant crocodile over five ters long in the river.
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Since then, Night Watch agents in Mountain City have caught a juvenile hermaphroditic saltwater crocodile almost every year in the Langshui River, but they have yet to capture the adult saltwater crocodile urban legend born from the rumors.
Lin Kele's thoughts drifted in and out. When she ca back to her senses and looked ahead, she found that there was no longer a path, only a severely rusted iron door standing on a stained wall.
Taking a step forward, she tried to turn the doorknob. Finding it unlocked, she pushed the door open and walked in with almost no hesitation.
She had always trusted her intuition implicitly, and her intuition had never betrayed her trust.
In her opinion, if her intuition told her that this was the correct escape route, then it must be right! However,
When she passed through the iron door and saw the scene behind it, she was not only startled but, for the first ti in her life, doubted her intuition.
Behind the door was a completely enclosed, huge space, with several low-brightness candle lamps hanging from the do.
Directly ahead was an empty space several ters long and wide, its ground covered in a black, strange substance that resembled wet hair.
Then, directly in front of the empty space, was a platform nearly one ter high. Under the dim yellow light of the candle lamps, a huge statue, four or five ters tall, almost filled the end of the enclosed space.
The upper half of the statue was of a dignified and beautiful lady, lying on her side on the platform, one hand supporting her head, bare-breasted, her body's curves freely exuding the Charm unique to female creatures.
But from the center of her chest downwards, it imdiately transford into a mass of distorted tissue, as if countless tumors were piled up—swollen, ugly, diseased, and indescribably shaped. Any form of organ pathology known to human cognition could find a similar shadow in that mass of tissue.
Under the flickering candlelight, that distorted mass of tissue seed to be constantly wriggling, growing, and spreading outwards. And around that statue, which combined elegance and dignity with extre pathological ugliness, several corpses were piled up. These corpses were not only highly decomposed, but their bodies also seed to have suffered from deformities and diseases before death.
Lin Kele even had to rely on her intuition to determine that these twisted, foul-slling, slimy objects had once been living human beings.
Next to one of the corpses lay a clean stone slab, incongruous with its surroundings. Inscribed on the slab was a line of text—"Beneath the thick fog, sickness and growth endure; that is our King."
Lin Kele stood upright, frozen in place, feeling as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at her from all around.
At the sa ti, her intuition suddenly beca active, sending her a danger signal. This was an altar, sacrificing to an extrely dangerous urban legend.
""
"Damn it, why would my intuition lead to this dreadful place?"
"Is it because I've been drawn into this event, and there's no way for to escape? Is it better to face the final boss and die quickly rather than continue to suffer?"
"Wait, this altar, could it have been built by that terrifying woman? Am I in her lair right now?"
Thinking of this, Lin Kele shivered slightly, her hairs stood on end, and fear surged in from all directions like a tide. She felt her hands and feet turn cold, her breathing beca rapid, and it felt as if a block of ice had been shoved into her lungs.
Just then, a soft "Drip!" sound suddenly ca from the darkness, as if so chanism had been triggered. Imdiately after, a woman's voice echoed within the enclosed space.
That gentle voice reverberated throughout the vast space, making one inexplicably feel that the voice was coming from the statue, which was extrely eerie. ""February 26th, the second day after the Lantern Festival, I hadn't even had a good rest when my evil boss called back to work.
I had a terrible New Year, but my boss seed to have it even worse. As soon as I arrived at the studio, he inexplicably lost his temper at .
Damn it, am I his punching bag? I hope a urban legend eats him soon!"
Lin Kele was stunned. It wasn't until the woman's voice temporarily quieted down that she realized what she had just heard seed to be a diary-style recording.
Imdiately after, before she could find the source of the sound, she heard the "Drip" sound of the recording starting again.
"Today is March 3rd. For so ti now, my sowhat talented boss, I don't know what he's been through,
He seems to have gone a bit crazy. I feel like he's always secretly watching , even following on my way to and from work. Should I quickly find a new job?
Before that, I think it's necessary for to leave sothing behind, just in case sothing happens to —gasp! Nothing will happen. But, I still need to leave sothing, like diary recordings?"
"It's best to add a segnt, starting from the day that damn boss called back to work early."
Listening to the voice that resud, Lin Kele stood rooted before the eerie statue, so scared that she hugged her own body with her hands. She instinctively wanted to leave this dreadful place quickly, but her intuition, which she had always trusted implicitly, kept telling her that these recordings were very useful and she had to listen to them all before leaving.
"Drip!"
"March 25th, I was right, my boss is really crazy.
His behavior has been so strange lately. He keeps asking if I feel any discomfort in my lungs for no reason, and one ti he almost touched directly.
He's really sick. I never smoke, and I don't live in a heavily polluted area, so how could my lungs be uncomfortable?
Also, every day when I co to work, he always locks himself in the innermost room, seemingly hamring sothing. Although it's not uncommon for a painter to moonlight as a sculptor, his room always has a faint sll of blood..."
A few seconds later, the "Drip" sound rang out again.
"April 9th, I've been feeling very unwell lately. Yesterday I went to the hospital for a check-up..." At this point, the woman's voice suddenly paused, and it resud after about ten seconds. "...Diagnosed with stage 1 lung cancer, boohoohoo!"
"How could I get this disease?"
"It must be that damned man, it must be him! I discovered his secret, so he wants to kill !"
"He found a basent in that innermost room, and it seems to hide..." "What are you doing?!" A man's angry roar suddenly cut in.
"Why are you in my house? You, how did you get in?!" Accompanied by a voice filled with terror, the recording abruptly ended. "Da—dada—!"
Before Lin Kele could recover from the recording, a series of stealthy and ssy footsteps sounded in her ears. She froze for a mont, turning her stiff neck to look behind her, and saw the terrifying-looking woman crawling on all fours.
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