Vengeful Skull

"Tap-tap"

Footsteps echoed.

The passage beneath the Old House was deep and gloomy.

It wound and twisted, its rough walls pitted under the torchlight and covered in moss, like the walls of a sewer.

Behind Lin An, a total of 19 Survivors held torches and followed him cautiously.

The tunnel lay in the backyard behind the living room, covered by soil.

It was the entrance to the Second Round of the Trial.

Of the original 23 people, only they remained alive after passing the First Round mission.

Although Lin An had explained everything in sufficient detail.

Not everyone could forcibly put themselves into a locked state.

The dead had wills that were too chaotic, and they could not restrain their fear when facing the Hag.

The apocalypse had never favored the weak.

The passage was narrow, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

Fiona gazed somewhat dazedly at Lin An's profile. Under the orange torchlight, the metal mask reflected a faint dark-gold sheen.

She had always been curious what kind of face lay beneath the mask.

As for the question she had asked earlier, Lin An had merely brushed it off with a casual reply.

(The First Round may have encountered a problem. I'm looking for them.)

She couldn't understand.

After thinking for a long time without being able to guess what Lin An was thinking, she could only give up, still somewhat worried.

Whatever could make Lin An spend so much time thinking about it was certainly no small matter.

Them? Who were they?

"Lord Lin An, please look after us during the mission later."

"I'm your most loyal subordinate!"

Agassi bent at the waist, forcing a smile onto his face as he moved up behind Lin An.

His dark, squashed features looked like melted