Officially entering the Feicheng Shelter, everyone felt a sense of the passage of history.
As those who experienced it firsthand back in the day, seeing the familiar layout and cold corridors evoked an illusion of dreaming back thousands of years.
But the present before their eyes is modern civilization, while the wasteland above the surface has turned into a land of desolation.
Time seemed to halt here and now, the stark contrast creating a moment of dissonance and disorientation.
Before everyone could react, the sound of whispering filled the ears of the six-person team...
Murmurs and hushed secrets, along with distant howls.
Lin Feng furrowed his brow; the sound did not originate from any external reality, as the quiet underground ruins were as still as death, without a ripple.
Moreover, the whispers vanished without a trace whenever one tried to focus on them.
At this moment, before Lin Feng and the group could speak, Zheng Yan Ying spoke in a low voice from ahead:
