The Hunter Craved Blood (Eight)
That was a sneak attack with no regard for the rules!
The moment the door opened, Fu Qian felt his mind reel from a faint shock.
Beyond the door lay a vast underground space, divided into separate sections by a network of corridors.
A lamp hung from the ceiling every ten meters or so, their lights stretching far into the distance.
Yet at that moment, the entire space was shrouded in a hazy red mist.
The mist carried an indescribably foul stench. It was so pungent and so vile that it could rival a skunk that had swallowed dung and died.
And ever since becoming an Extraordinary, Fu Qian's sense of smell had improved beyond anything he could have imagined. For a moment, he was badly overwhelmed.
He immediately held his breath and looked around. Beneath the red mist, he spotted streaks of yellowish-white, vein-like material.
The strange stuff covered everything, from the floor to the walls. Some strands wound along in thin lines, while others twisted into knots and loops, extending all the way into the distance.
At first glance, it looked as though the entire structure had come to life.
This was a little creepy! Whatever the case, this wasn't what a Night Watcher base was supposed to look like.
Was the mist seeping out of the walls?
Fu Qian frowned.
He could clearly see a row of identical doors along one side of the corridor. Each one seemed to lead to a separate room.
Thinking of what the woman upstairs had said, there was probably something sealed away in each one.
As for these veins...
Fu Qian narrowed his eyes and studied their direction. It seemed they originated in the corridor next door.
Should he go take a look?
So far, other