A beam of light suddenly appears in the pitch-black sewer, and the beam swayes, then disappears again.

The sewers are dark again.

Whew-

Fang Xiaobei, who was wearing a cloak and carrying a suitcase of a straight sword, exhaled a long breath, because the moment he entered the sewer, the crying suddenly became clear.

As soon as he stood still, the stench mixed with countless flavors rushed straight to his nasal cavity, and Fang Xiaobei still couldn't stop retching.

It took him a while before he came to his senses.

He didn't run the aura to stop the stench from entering.

In this environment, these stenches can indicate the normality of the environment. If there is a smell in the sewer, there must be an abnormality.

Some of the aura converged into his eyes, allowing Fang Xiaobei to see in the darkness.

Walking down the sewer, he realized that he was stepping on something slippery and slippery.

It's not just the feet, it's the road ahead.

Strange mosses grow on the surrounding walls, which glow faintly to keep the sewers from falling into complete darkness.

Fang Xiaobei slowed down his steps, endured the wet and slippery feeling on the soles of his feet, and at the same time, the force of each step was greater to prevent himself from slipping.

On the right is a waterway about half a man deep, along which sewage flows slowly forward. As you can see, there is a lot of garbage floating on the water.

The miserable and desolate cry echoed in this relatively closed sewer, which was even more desolate. Under the overlapping sounds, people are confused, and it seems to be coming from all directions, and it is impossible to distinguish the specific direction of the sound source.

The sewer line is not a single straight line, but rather zigzag, and even several forks in the road in some places.

Fang Xiaobei listened carefully, walked through several forks in the road, and finally stopped in an unremarkable corner.

He trusted his own judgment, and the source of the crying was behind the wall.

Fang Xiaobei pressed his finger lightly, and a burst of white steam suddenly erupted from the handle of the suitcase.

The main body of the suitcase cracked, and white steam crawled all over the suitcase, filling between the cracks.

The excess white steam extends forward and finally solidifies.

The straight sword with a length of one meter and four was held in Fang Xiaobei's hand.

The aura running in the body flowed out of the hand and enchanted the straight sword. The entire straight sword glowed faintly.

Fang Xiaobei held his sword in both hands and slashed towards the wall covered with strange dark green moss.

The straight sword in both hands slashed forward, slashing against the slippery and wet wall.

In the dark sewers, a flash of white light flashed, and the hard walls covered with dark green moss were like silt at the bottom of the lake, unable to stop the white light from passing by.

A strange feeling suddenly appeared in Fang Xiaobei's heart.

At the same time as the straight sword slashed through the wall, it seemed to have cut through an invisible protective film, and there was an inexplicable sense of brokenness.

The entire wall was completely shattered and collapsed.

Behind the walls, there is a deeper darkness.

Feeling stared at, Fang Xiaobei quickly turned his head to look.

In the dark, a child poked his head out of the corner curiously and fearfully, but unfortunately the environment was dark, and the dust caused by the collapse of the wall caused the child to be everywhere, the child did not notice Fang Xiaobei's existence.

It's him?

Fang Xiaobei could see in the dark, and naturally saw the child's face clearly. The other party was none other than the kid who stole his two dollars on his way home tonight.

"What are you doing here?"

The child's shoulders jumped suddenly, and in fright, his head retracted.

"Y-Who are you?"

Finding that the voice was coming from overhead, the child trembled and asked the question in his heart, looking up to see the appearance of the questioner.

But Fang Xiaobei didn't speak again, if he couldn't feel the faint heat around him, the child would have thought he had left.

"Stay here and don't move."

Fang Xiaobei's voice came from above his head again.

Before the child could reply, he felt the heat around him disappear.

There was a strange sound from the collapsing wall, and the child couldn't help but be curious and looked again.

In the darkness, two eerie, cold, bloodthirsty reds lit up.

Reds appear in pairs and in more and more numbers, eventually filling up the darkness behind the walls.

Grunt.

The child swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only to find that his mouth was dry, his fingers were subconsciously rubbed, and his palms were full of sweat at some point.

Those pairs of red look like a pair of eyes!