The rumbling was deep, like the mournful cry before the earth trembled, like this world's lament. It filled people with an intense sense of melancholy.
If, as Old Song had said, the Deep Well was an infinitely expanding space, then the sounds that could escape from the Deep Well were definitely more than just sounds.
The instant he realized this, Lu Ban felt something brewing inside his body.
The moment he heard the rumbling, the pollution had already come into contact with him!
But Lu Ban only felt some white hair growing on the back of his hand. No deeper signs of contamination appeared.
With a light slap, the white hair fell away, like the loose fur on a cat in spring.
This didn't make much sense. The pollution that could escape from the Deep Well certainly couldn't be low-level, but high-level pollution shouldn't stop after merely making Lu Ban grow a little white hair.
He exchanged a glance with Xiya. She seemed to have been affected as well, but the effects were still within an acceptable range.
It was probably because of this suit of clothing.
Lu Ban looked at the yellow protective suit he was wearing.
This suit's ability to isolate pollution was far stronger than he had imagined.
He saw the ground change under the vibration of the sound. The stones began to split, and white fuzz grew from the fractures. The fuzz swayed and writhed incessantly, quickly turning the stones into a sticky gray semi-solid, like undried cement.
Lu Ban found the substance somewhat familiar, but before he could forge a fateful connection with these mutated stones, the ground beneath their feet turned muddy. Countless streams of cement crawled up the giants' legs, trying to swallow them whole.
Clack-clack-clack—
Lu Ban heard the equipment on the