If the bartender has a problem, what can the bartender have?

Since I barely had any contact with the bartender at Crystal Bar, I didn't know what kind of person he was, and naturally I couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

Forget it, leave the bartender alone for now, and take Lilith down first.

As soon as I walked out of the bar, I saw that there was no one around, so I quickly used a concealment technique to hide my figure.

After forty minutes of following the path I had come, I entered the arena again through the side door.

Today's arena closed early, because of this morning's "accident", the audience has lost the enthusiasm to continue to stay in the arena, and the arena staff also took advantage of this opportunity to get a half-day leisure.

As I passed through the corridor, I saw Black Spike playing cards with some of my gladiators, and among these gladiators, Lei Gong, whom I had once defeated.

I didn't have time to think about it at the moment, and after avoiding everyone, I quickly followed the audience passage into the auditorium around the square.

I followed the route provided by Eros before and found the manhole cover, which was an old-fashioned iron manhole cover, something like this is very common in the outside world, but I have walked so far in the sea market, and the manhole cover I saw was basically made of reef, and it was the first time I had seen it made of iron.

What's more, the manhole cover is located near the middle row of seats in the entire auditorium, and it is said that there is no need to build a wellhead in this place, and normally, the drainage well should be built under the auditorium.

Looking at the manhole cover stuck on the stone steps, several doubts quickly flashed through my mind.

No matter how you look at it, I feel that something is wrong with this manhole cover.

Do you want to drill into the well and take a look, or do you want to look around first?

After a moment of contemplation, I pried open the manhole cover.

I am sure that Lilith must have had some special purpose in setting up the wellhead in such a place, and it is possible that she may be in the well and enter it rashly, and there is a high probability that she will face some danger.

But don't forget, this is her home turf, and when I'm out looking, maybe she's watching me from the shadows.

If that's the case, the longer it drags on, the worse it will be.

Unexpectedly, the manhole cover was not specially reinforced, and the gun head was pushed into the gap on the edge of the manhole cover, and the manhole cover could be pried up with a slight puff.

I grabbed the edge of the manhole cover and opened a gap in it, then leaned down and quickly looked inside the wellhead.

There is indeed an abandoned sewer below, which has been completely dried up due to years of abandonment, and there is no water in sight.

In the walls of the sewers, there are many openings for lighting, half of which are connected to the plaza and the other half to the corridor, so that light can easily shine through the holes and into the sewer.

Looking at the beams of light reflected at the bottom of the road, I had a very strange feeling.

It was as if it were not beams of light that swam in the sewers, but columns of amber that were placed in the sewers, and the light, time, dust, and everything in the sewers seemed to be completely still.

It's as if there's a strange force that freezes them all.

I frowned slightly, and after thinking about it for a while, I pressed a breath of mental power on the spiritual platform and shrank into the wellhead.

Before I came down, I could only smell the smell of old rust near the wellhead, but when my feet landed in the sewer, the smell of the air changed.

It was a mixture of burnt, bloody, and musty smell, not particularly strong, but unpleasant.

And I could clearly discern that the strange musty stench was from badly rotten grapes.

As far as the eye could see, there was no source of the smell, the walls and the ground were all dry, there was no blood, no traces of burning, only clusters of dry vegetation like Houttuynia cordata hanging from the top of the sewer, because above the sewer was the stone steps of the auditorium, which were made entirely of reef and steel, and there was no soil to provide nutrients, so it was impossible for vegetation to grow, so I couldn't say what was on top of my head.

After a quick glance around the sewers, I felt that there was nothing wrong with me, so I tiptoed up and felt deeper into the sewers.

Fifty or sixty meters ahead, I saw a dark gate not far away, which was an old gate embedded in the ground, connected to a deeper place underground.

From this gate, it should be the old city, or the drainage system where the Rat King's forces are located.

I pulled out the barrel of the gun, tightened the tip of the gun, and then held the fishbone gun in one hand and the wheel with the other, and pressed a little bit to open the gate.

A light wind suddenly sounded behind him, mixed with a special evil aura that was close to demonic energy.

That aura makes me feel a bit like the dried medicine residue in a Chinese medicine store, bitter and fishy, and it makes people feel good when they smell it.

That's right, the aura and smell are not for a while, but I did have this feeling at that time, as if the aura passing behind me was a smell.

I pretended not to know, and continued to exert force in my hand, turning the wheel open little by little.

Just when I added three more strings of strength in a row, the brake wheel just began to accelerate and rotate, and the wind behind me started again.

This time, I was prepared, and as soon as it appeared, I locked on to the source of the evil qi in an instant, and without saying a word, my backhand was a shot.

There was a long resistance on the head of the gun, and at the same time, a woman's screams were heard from below the dark gate.

The resistance only appeared for a brief moment, and then disappeared the next moment, I was the first to shoot the gun, and then I turned my eyes behind me, only to see a black smoke spreading rapidly around the gun head, the color of the fog was as thick as ink soaked in water, and at this time it was evading the blade of the gun and spreading into the distance.

Could it be that the resistance just now was brought by this handful of smoke?

But how can there be resistance in the fog?

It didn't take long for the smoke to fade completely from the air.

Thinking of the scream just now, I can guess that the woman behind the dark gate should have found me, so I didn't hesitate any longer, and held the brake wheel with my backhand and twisted it hard, only to hear a "click" explosion, which sounded like the sound of an elastic metal rod being snapped.

There is a trap!

I screamed in my heart, and immediately started to dodge to the side, and just after rubbing four steps, my ears burst out "Pound!" There was a loud bang, and it seemed that someone had lit explosives behind the dark gate, and the entire gate was blown into the air, and black smoke mixed with musty smell poured out of the ground in large quantities.

No, the gate was never blown away by explosives, because there was no smell of sulfur in the air!

At this moment, a slender tongue of fire suddenly rose from the depths of the earth, and then a human figure appeared against the background of fire and fog.