Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Fat Ma's eyes darted around restlessly, but in the end, he had no choice but to compromise and join the group. However, during this time, he attempted to break away from the crowd several times, only to be met with fierce disdain from everyone. It was only after that that Fat Ma began to show a slight inclination towards reform.
With a sigh of frustration, Fat Ma shot us a look filled with disappointment. He then suppressed his reluctance and decided to follow the organization’s lead.
The space below us could only be described as overwhelmingly large. The key point was that it was also adorned with decorations—pavilions and towers—but now they all appeared to be in a state of decay, giving off an impression that they could collapse at any moment.
We found ourselves at the bottom of this Pit, which happened to be an open area. The exquisite decorations were shrouded in darkness, and looking down from the Pit, we could see nothing at all.
We were all astonished by this.
Someone let out an excited exclamation, clearly having discovered something interesting.
Upon hearing this sound, Fat Ma immediately became like an ant on a hot pan, anxious and restless. If I hadn't grabbed him in time, he would have bolted like a wild horse to confront that person.
Fat Ma's gaze remained fixed on the distant glow of light as he muttered softly, "Old Sun, what do you think that guy found?"
"You ask me? Who should I ask?" As soon as I finished speaking, suddenly the excited voice turned into a blood-curdling scream, piercingly shrill. Our flashlights had poor focus and diffusion, so we couldn't see what was happening right away; we only noticed the beam of light from the flashlight hitting the ground before a column of light shot directly towards me.
In an instant, I couldn't open my eyes, so I moved a little distance away.
Suddenly, his cries echoed again from that direction, sounding like the ghostly wails from the depths of the Nine Hells. The chilling sound sent shivers down our spines, a creeping dread spreading through us. A strong chill surged up my spine, and every hair on my body seemed to stand on end, absorbing the fear that hung in the air.
After hearing that terrifying and bizarre cry, no one dared to approach for a moment, and that included us. Except for one person—Fat Ma—who was fidgeting restlessly, eager to rush forward and seize an opportunity. Thankfully, I managed to hold him back just in time.
At that moment, a voice came from above the pit, asking what had happened.
Someone shouted back, "One person is dead."
The people above seemed not to have heard this response, continuing to ask the same question. It wasn't until the person finally answered in a hoarse voice that they fell silent. Could it be that those above couldn't hear us down here? To be honest, I didn't really believe in superstitions; it seemed more like a physical phenomenon to me, so I brushed it off.
We all stood still, waiting. Time ticked by slowly, each second feeling like an eternity of torment for us.
Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and cursed under their breath as a way to bolster their courage before striding forward. All our eyes were fixed on him; with so many lights around him, he looked like a star at that moment.
After about a second or two, he called out, "It's fine now. The person is dead; you can come over."
Upon hearing this, we hesitated no longer and moved forward. The first person who approached shot us a disdainful glance, looking down at us as if we were a bunch of cowards afraid of death.
Comment 0 Comment Count