In the end, Lulunaka, who was like a madman, babbling incoherently, fell under the bottomless pipe, fell to the hard ground, and fell into a pile of mud...... The last life of a crazy woman.

This is what popped into Lulunaka's mind as she fell. She was falling fast, the ladder and the plank in her field of vision flashing and floating upwards in front of her eyes—it wasn't the dead things that were fixed that were moving, it was Lulunaka who was moving rapidly. When a person falls from a high altitude, the nerves will be forcibly highly tensed, which is the reaction to death, and it is also the oppressive feeling caused by everything in the field of vision flying away. Human beings yearn for a leap, but the leap will always turn into a suicide act from a high down, and watching the ground gradually draw closer to oneself, that fear may be engraved in the bones of almost all life.

But there may not be Lulunaka there, as she still has time to think about it, rather than panic at the wind pressure that comes with falling. Her cloak was raised high, and the hood barely remained on her head, rather than falling off her head from the fall. "Isn't it a little deep?" she muttered, and as soon as the words fell, she landed on the ground.

She didn't fall into a horrible pile of flesh, and landed as lightly as a feather. "Perfect landing!" she cried out with joy like a child jumping over a wall, and the next moment her ass fell to the ground with her feet facing the air.

In the end, Lulunaka did fall to the ground as the two guards had said, and although it didn't turn into a mess of mud, it didn't look very good.

Lulunaka lay on the ground, with no intention of getting up right away. Naturally, there is no such existence as spectators and spectators below, otherwise her appearance will probably make people laugh, but people who can come down to the rat road probably won't be in the mood to watch a farce that only children have.

"It's a good thing I didn't bring Ward, or the stupid dog would probably have comforted me with his paws. Lulunaka muttered to herself, "It's not nice to be comforted by a dog you've made yourself. ”

Lulunaka lay on the ground for a few moments before she stood up, looking cautious. She didn't fall to the ground because of some problem with her posture when she fell, her body was steady when her feet first hit the ground, but then the slippery ground made her feet slip, and then it became like this. The cloak on her body was quite clean, because of such a fall, the back of the cloak was stained with a large amount of unknown liquid, although because the cloak was dark green, it didn't look dirty, but I was afraid that it couldn't avoid some unpleasant smells. Her blouse and skirt were partially soiled, and she wasn't standing here now, not a clean girl, but a bit like someone who was struggling to live a life in the rat road.

"Well, let's be the perfect disguise. Lulunaka looked at her sleeves, which were soaked with the strange liquid, and at the half-wet skirt, and touched the cloak that was attached to her back...... If she had a mirror, she would probably be able to see how embarrassed she was now. It wasn't something unbearable for Lulunaka, and the little girl didn't look at the occasion or time to worry about how much dust she had on her body or how much her skirt was soiled, but she wouldn't. And after working as an alchemist, it is not unusual for Lulunaka to get dirty about herself, and there are times when people will do something stupid because of some whimsy, and then the evil consequences will be fed back to themselves - for example, being drenched in the liquid spilled from the alchemy cauldron, and the smell will not go away for days.

Now she's a little mouse too. Lulunaka didn't feel unhappy because of this little episode, she stretched her sleeve to her nose and sniffed it for a while before frowning, "This smell is really a veritable product of sewers, just smelling it makes me want to vomit." Even so, it was clear that she had no intention of vomiting here. If you spit out in a place that is full of moisture and strange smells, and the soles of your feet are still sticky, the smell of vomit mixes together, and it is an amazing smell. The ventilation in this place is not very good, otherwise there would not be such a strong smell, plus the smell of vomit...... It's like rotting salted fish that has been dried in swill for several years, and the smell alone can make people faint.

She pinched her nose and looked around. The place where she went down was still a passage, and above her head was the hole where she had just fallen, and when she looked up, it was also pitch black, and there was no end in sight. The air around was humid, so moist that it made people feel like their skin was smooth, but it wasn't the moisture-filled smoothness of a girl, but the nausea of a toad—the air that made you feel sick and caused goosebumps. Lulunaka's eyes were pitch black, neither from above nor in front of her, there was no light, and it was only after her eyes had adjusted to the darkness that she could see more clearly in the darkness. In this small pipe, the sound can easily be transmitted to distant places, and the distant sound will also come to one's side. There is a faint sound of water in this long and narrow space, and if you stand still and let your body become one with this space, you may be able to hear more sounds. Maybe there's footsteps, maybe there's the sound of objects sliding on the ground, maybe there's the sound of weapons handing over...... The sewers aren't a tourist place, they're full of surprises, and death and struggle aren't part of the equation: there's always something to do to get you up your arms.

Lulunaka pulled her everyday cane from behind her back and swung it into the air. A little spark came from the tip of the cane, and the spark swayed in the darkness, emitting a faint light. It was so small that one would worry about whether it would continue to burn in this damp space, but it burned tenaciously with no intention of extinguishing it anyway. The faint flame brought plenty of light, illuminating the space around Lulunaka, and the light did not dim until a short distance from the road ahead.

In this passage, there is a small wind flowing, which makes people feel cool in this cold space, and there is a smell in the breeze. If they are new to the rat path, the smell will probably make them feel strong discomfort, and even affect their physical and mental strength. The sewers are not a clean and bright place, and as for the so-called adventures that take place here, there will be no white horses, no fluttering flags, and no knights in silver armor - walking around the sewers in armor will probably only hasten the time of death. There are slippery places everywhere under your feet, and there is no place for people to use this narrow space to the fullest, and people in bulky equipment are just a burden underneath.

Lulunaka knew all of this, better than anyone else in the Rat Path. Although it doesn't feel like home, it does make her miss it a lot.

"Little girl's heartbeat adventure, what's waiting for me ahead?" Lulunaka whispered with a smile as she walked forward. She was alone in this dark passage, and only the light of the cane in her hand enveloped herself, and the light of the light followed her steps, illuminating the passage in front of her, and the passage behind her returned to darkness and calm.

Lulunaka didn't know how long she had been walking, and although the long and narrow space was filled with all kinds of subtle sounds, it was still a silent space, with only darkness and moisture lingering around Lulunaka. In such a quiet space, time seems to stand still, and it seems that there is just a problem with human senses, so it feels like time has become blurred.

Eventually, Lulunaka exited the passage and found herself in a small space with a domed ceiling. The space was small, but it was much larger than the passage Lulunaka had walked through, and at least she could stand side by side. The place has a bonfire and there are voices, which makes people feel a little warm. If there's any place under the sewers that's barely safe, it's the kind of place that is the equivalent of a node between the passages. Such a place is a camp where you can rest, but the people of Rat Road prefer to call it a tavern. A tavern in the sewers.

When Lulunaka walked in, some eyes fell on her.

"It's like home, isn't it, guys?" Lulunaka smiled back at the glances.