Under unclear circumstances, rashly entering the enemy's lair was exceedingly unwise.
But since they were already here, and the kids were still young... Besides, Ji Jue truly had no leads on Non-Aggression. If he wanted to continue investigating, this was a risk he had to take.
Besides, he had Ball Bro in hand, along with Little Cow and Horse, and even trump-card bodyguards like Little An. If things went south, they could still get away.
So, following them, they entered a ruin. Once the disguised barrier was pulled aside, a path leading downward was revealed... The town's sewers were unimaginably vast, crisscrossing in a complex network. Walking through them, it even felt as though some magnetic interference was at work, and compasses quickly became useless.
They descended layer by layer until, at the deepest part of the sewers, they finally saw a rusty rolling shutter door.
Yet the space beyond it was unexpectedly huge.
It was practically a large camp. The sewage-treatment facilities that had once served no purpose had been completely shoved aside, replaced by rows of makeshift shacks and tents.
Unlike the chaotic mess outside, the interior instead had a vibrant, lively air.
All sorts of people bearing signs of mutation moved through the square. Some had even set up stalls, though all they sold were compressed food and various things Ji Jue couldn't make sense of.
The entire camp seemed to have sixty or seventy people. They were closely connected, and upon noticing the outsiders, most of them showed traces of wariness or vigilance.
"Mom!"
A child's voice sounded, followed by the rumble of cart wheels rolling over. But sitting on the cart was a mutilated figure whose face was beyond recognition. Using one hand to push the cart forward, he enthusiastically hugged the middle-aged man at