Anya bared her teeth at the group of children, scaring them all away.
"These pesky kids..."
Xu Xiaoyou's fist tightened.
After a moment, she laughed to herself.
Why was she messing with a bunch of kids?
Staring at the pitch-black, ominous pipeline entrance, Xu Xiaoyou walked in.
A kerosene lamp appeared in her hand. She held the lamp, slowly venturing deeper, surveying her surroundings.
This pipeline had been neglected for years, with traces of rust everywhere.
Crawling red fleshly tumors filled the pipe wall, clustering together, from all over the pipeline, squeezing out, even filling up the gaps from the rust cracks with this red flesh.
A glance would trigger anyone's trypophobia.
These tumors, sensing the girl's aura approaching, shrank into the corners like climbing plants scorched by fire.
Large patches of red vanished in an instant.
Seeing this scene, Xu Xiaoyou became more certain of her suspicion.
