Drip! Drip!
Icy droplets fell one after another from the ceiling of the dilapidated factory, striking the dust-covered concrete floor. The sound was infinitely amplified in the deathly silent abandoned factory, making it especially piercing.
Mona raised a hand and vigorously wiped the moisture from her cheek. Her fingertips touched something sticky and cold, making the irritation in her heart grow even stronger.
Using the faint daylight filtering through the shattered window, she lowered her head and saw that what stained her fingers was not clear water at all, but a strand of murky, blackened viscous fluid carrying a faint rotten stench.
"Something's wrong."
Zheng Gang, who had remained silent and alert, suddenly spoke. His low voice was filled with intense vigilance.
He abruptly tightened his grip on the large saber gleaming with a chilling light and quickly stepped back half a pace. His body tensed into a stance ready to strike as his sharp gaze rapidly swept across the dark corners of the factory.
From the depths of the factory, which had originally been empty and deathly silent, the faint rustling from before had now become dense and distinct. It sounded like countless tiny limbs writhing and scraping among piles of debris, layer upon layer, enough to make one's scalp crawl.
Ye Xuan, hiding in the abandoned compartment next door, held his breath completely. His back was pressed tightly against the cold, damp wall, and he deliberately slowed even his heartbeat.
He quietly peeked outside through a tiny crack in the doorframe, his heart pounding uncontrollably.
He was merely a reserve rookie from the Spirit Blue World, and he had not even passed the assessment to become an official Contract Anomalist.
He had only heard about Weirds from the logistics staff, the instructors, and Lord Flying Bird A.
But