(To be revised) Keeping a certain distance, he followed behind the two of them. After they slipped into the sewer in a small alley, he quickly lost track of them.
Even underground, as long as it was not too deep, Xu Huo could sense something. The two children had vanished without a trace after going down there. That was not normal.
He waited outside the alley for a minute before walking in, moving aside the manhole cover, and jumping down.
The passage below was not particularly spacious. It might have been convenient for children, but it was a tight fit for an adult man like him. He barely made it to the end of the passage, only to find that it split into five different routes outside.
Some of these passages were new, others old. Two had been dug out crudely, unlike the others, which had metal pipes installed and merely used coating to smooth over the soil.
But sound carried through these passages, and Xu Huo could determine the source of the footsteps even from outside.
He entered the passage on the left, turned twice, and went down twice before the surroundings finally began to change.
It was no longer just a network of pipes. He had likely gone deep beneath a crack in the city center. Through occasional openings, he could see sunlight in the narrow fissures outside, along with clothes hanging there.
That was right—clothes. Looking out through the two cracks he had found, he spotted at least three or four places where clothing had been hung up.
Someone was living underground.
Or rather, Aliens were living underground like humans.
A skeletal child passed through the front and ran straight into Xu Huo. From several meters away, the child, whose scalp and forehead were powdery white, opened