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Accompanied by a faint moan, Lin Kele opened her eyes and saw darkness. An indescribable stench permeated 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 moment, 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 fragments of her memory 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 plummeting.
"Wait, did I fall into the sewer?" Lin Kele thought of this, and suddenly felt her cheeks flush.
As an official Night Watch member, 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 times, these hidden air-raid shelters were becoming increasingly rare in Mountain City, but they hadn't completely disappeared. Every now and then, some 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 moment 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 some time, 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.
Some say that people's dependence on mobile phones has reached a very serious level. She used to scoff at this idea, but at this moment, she realized that without her phone, it was even difficult for her to find a light source.
"Breath of the Wild, uh, what comes 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 times, even biting her tongue once by accident, Lin Kele finally successfully cast a Red Flame Flash.
Watching the warm, crimson flame rise in her palm, dispelling the surrounding darkness, she let out a sigh of relief, then immediately began to regret being clever during the Night Watch Spell training.
If she hadn't relied on intuition in every assessment 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. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
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. free𝑤ebnovel.com
If a Psychic or urban legend with extremely strong spiritual perception were to look at Lin Kele at this moment, 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 merging 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 immediately opened her eyes and, without hesitation, followed the wonderful feeling of inspiration, raising the flame 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 Flame 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 some 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 confirmed 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 departments 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 someone sighted a giant crocodile over five meters 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 came 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 time in her life, doubted her intuition.
Behind the door was a completely enclosed, huge space, with several low-brightness candle lamps hanging from the dome.
Directly ahead was an empty space several meters 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 meter high. Under the dim yellow light of the candle lamps, a huge statue, four or five meters 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 immediately transformed 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 seemed to be constantly wriggling, growing, and spreading outwards. And around that statue, which combined elegance and dignity with extreme pathological ugliness, several corpses were piled up. These corpses were not only highly decomposed, but their bodies also seemed to have suffered from deformities and diseases before death.
Lin Kele even had to rely on her intuition to determine that these twisted, foul-smelling, 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 same time, her intuition suddenly became active, sending her a danger signal. This was an altar, sacrificing to an extremely dangerous urban legend.
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"Damn it, why would my intuition lead me to this dreadful place?"
"Is it because I've been drawn into this event, and there's no way for me 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 became rapid, and it felt as if a block of ice had been shoved into her lungs.
Just then, a soft "Drip!" sound suddenly came from the darkness, as if some mechanism had been triggered. Immediately 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 extremely eerie. ""February 26th, the second day after the Lantern Festival, I hadn't even had a good rest when my evil boss called me back to work.
I had a terrible New Year, but my boss seemed to have it even worse. As soon as I arrived at the studio, he inexplicably lost his temper at me.
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 seemed to be a diary-style recording.
Immediately 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 some time now, my somewhat 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 me, even following me on my way to and from work. Should I quickly find a new job?
Before that, I think it's necessary for me to leave something behind, just in case something happens to me—gasp! Nothing will happen. But, I still need to leave something, like diary recordings?"
"It's best to add a segment, starting from the day that damn boss called me back to work early."
Listening to the voice that resumed, 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 me if I feel any discomfort in my lungs for no reason, and one time he almost touched me 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 come to work, he always locks himself in the innermost room, seemingly hammering something. Although it's not uncommon for a painter to moonlight as a sculptor, his room always has a faint smell 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 resumed 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 me!"
"He found a basement 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 messy footsteps sounded in her ears. She froze for a moment, turning her stiff neck to look behind her, and saw the terrifying-looking woman crawling on all fours.
