Listening to the Darkness

The light behind them slowly vanished, as if the taxi had been pushed into the depths of the sea.

When the last glimmer of light disappeared, the passengers inside the car were completely swallowed by darkness.

"Is, is anyone there?" After the sound of slapping against the car ceased, the driver slowly lifted his head, his hands fumbling inside the vehicle in search of his Black Phone.

"Don't move, get down." The voice was stern, and the driver, offering no resistance, obediently lowered himself.

The person who told the driver not to move was none other than Chen Ge. Although the sound of slapping against the doors and windows had stopped, those filthy things were still lingering around the car, refusing to leave.

"What exactly do they want?" Chen Ge possessed the Yin Pupil and could see things the driver could not; their situation was far from optimistic.

The exterior of the taxi was covered in bloody handprints, and the individuals who had left them were standing right there around the vehicle.

They all wore bizarre expressions, their bodies facing a single direction, their lips twitching up and down like fish gills, inhaling some kind of gas within the tunnel.

About ten minutes later, a strange sound drifted from the Deep Tunnel. It was hard to describe—like dozens of centipedes crawling along the tunnel walls, or perhaps something breathing heavily, the exhaled air scraping against the rough surface.

Once this sound emerged, the filthy things surrounding the taxi began to shift their feet, moving toward the direction from which the noise originated.

Footsteps echoed in their ears, yet not a single person could be seen. The driver hid in the car, clutching his head; he was truly terrified.

It was pitch black, and he could see nothing, but his ears