Liang Yuntian had once said that the rat hole had appeared in the basement, so it wouldn't be difficult to find.
Fu Qian wandered around for a few steps before finding the entrance to the underground garage.
The place was clearly quite old. In the vast space, only a single light near the entrance was still on.
Beneath its dim glow, dust-covered bicycles and all kinds of odds and ends had been piled in one corner.
Right beside the pile, part of the floor had caved in, revealing a pitch-black hole.
This had to be it. But there was no horrific scene like he'd imagined, and not a single rat was in sight.
Fu Qian walked all the way to the edge of the hole before stopping. A damp, musty warmth washed over him, and he could faintly make out rotting wood below, surrounded by mushrooms and moss.
Imagining a group of people jumping down here barefoot to catch rats, he could understand why Liang Yuntian had run off immediately.
But that had been then, and this was now. Liang Yuntian, transformed beyond recognition, had probably already ventured deeper into the challenge, driven by his appetite.
"I have a bad feeling about this. You'd better be careful."
The Speaker's voice rang out in his mind.
"I thought you'd fallen asleep. Shouldn't a bad feeling be a good thing? After all, we're looking for the nightmare's anomaly."
"That may be true, but this really feels bad. Anomalies also mean danger, and you may not be strong enough to handle it."
"I have to admit, you've done pretty well so far. But in a nightmare, even the slightest lapse in attention can be fatal."
"Don't worry. I've always been cautious."
As he spoke, Fu Qian jumped straight down.
Although the pest inside