The cave leading underground was extremely spacious. In Su Ming's estimation, it was at least an eight-lane passage wide enough for several trucks to pass through side by side.
As they continued onward, darkness, dampness, and bone-chilling cold gradually surrounded them. These were things anyone who spent much time underground had to get used to.
There was a faint stench in the air, and after Strangle amplified it and fed it into his host's mind, Su Ming felt like his eyes were burning. It made him eager to find a Troll to test the fireworks on.
Their footsteps echoed through the hollow tunnel. Only Ratatoskr kept chattering away. Unlike Deadpool's endless nonsense, she was telling a story—a story that was obviously fake at first listen.
Today's tale concerned the love and hatred between Baldr and Loki, and the squirrel had her own unique take on it.
"On the surface, Baldr was murdered by Loki because Loki suspected he had stolen Thor's attention. But in these Nine Realms, there isn't any truth I can overlook. Let me tell you, before Loki used his scheme to kill Baldr, he came to consult me."
"Consult you about what?"
The squirrel had not intended Su Ming to be an audience member. She was bored while traveling and had made up a story to fool the two women, yet Carol had fallen right into the trap of gossip.
"Hehe, Loki's real motive for murder had nothing to do with Thor. It was all for Lady Sif."
The squirrel lowered her voice mysteriously, glancing around as she spoke as though afraid the secret might leak out.
"Did you know Sif has always worn a wig? Loki collected her original hair. Whenever he had nothing to do, he would take it out and secretly sniff it. Loki