The bustling underground

Carbide Lamp shoots forward a yellowish light dyed with a little blue, illuminating Tunnel separated by Stone Pillars.

Lumian was walking slowly, with a Black Canvas Bag, which has become popular among college students in the past two or three years, slung across his body. It contained "Torture" gloves and a bunch of White Candles.

After many experiments, he found that putting it in a bag and carrying it on his body has less negative impact than putting it in a pocket or trouser pocket. Although there is no essential difference, it is better than nothing.

Following the route on the map Gardner·Martin, when almost entering Underground Observatory District, Lumian suddenly turned his ear and listened to the sound of the fork in the road.

A large number of chaotic footsteps came over inaudibly.

Lumian glanced at the road ahead and on the right respectively, not sure which one the unidentified people would choose, so he simply climbed to the top of a Stone Pillars that supported the top of Tunnel, extinguished Carbide Lamp, and shrank into the darkness.

Not long after, a group of men approached.

Most of them were either wearing shabby jackets or were topless, all with their backs bent and carrying heavy crates. A dozen neatly dressed strong men with evil faces were holding different firearms and carrying Carbide Lamps, evenly distributed in the front, middle and back of the team.

Smugglers... Lumian poked his head slightly, using the other party's light, to observe the crates. There seemed to be a metallic luster coming out of them.

Ordnance, or something else? He muttered silently, watching this Smuggling Caravan enter the right Tunnel.

On the way forward, perhaps a certain shadow moved too much like a real person, so a Smuggler directly raised the gun, aimed there, and pulled the trigger.

As the banging sound echoed, the alarm was lifted and the team continued to move forward.

Lumian looked at it and shook his head, feeling that these guys were too nervous and their reactions were a bit excessive.

In Underground Trier, this can easily cause problems!

You know, except for wandering college students and citizens looking for places to grow Mushrooms to supplement their lives, most of the humans who are haunted by Underground are not simple, and the probability of Beyonder is much higher than on the ground, if you shoot as soon as you meet a passerby, you might offend Concealment organization members, Evil God Gift-Bearers, Anti-Government Armed Forces and the powerful Cave Adventurer.

Thinking of this, Lumian pulled out the Revolver and pulled the trigger towards the Smuggling Caravan that was about to disappear at the end of Tunnel on the right.

He wasn't targeting anyone, just the air.

Bang! The gun-wielding smugglers either turned around quickly or rolled to one side, while simultaneously pouring bullets towards the intersection just now.

But this has nothing to do with Lumian, who almost touched the top of the rock wall.

After struggling with the air for a while, the smugglers moved their positions in a alert, confused and panicky manner.

Lumian looked at their backs and smiled.

You're welcome, this is a free education!

He then jumped to the ground and reignited Carbide Lamp.

After sniffing the air that still smelled of gunpowder, Lumian inserted the Revolver with a smile and moved forward along the established route.

Two or three minutes later, he met several Quarry Polices wearing dark uniforms. They were holding Semiautomatic Pistols.

Looking at Lumian with a young face, a cross-body bag, a shirt and a vest, the leading police officer cursed in a low voice:

"Son of a bitch, why are you a college student again!"

After scolding, he took out a breath and asked loudly, "Did you hear anything just now?"

"There seems to be a gun battle over there, bang bang bang, I want Past to take a look but don't dare." Lumian didn't hide anything for that Smuggling Caravan.

Several Quarry Police looked at each other, quickly crossed Lumian, and ran towards the intersection.

Inside "Conversation Room".

Seeing Skeleton Host wearing Iron-Colored Mask walking out, the man dressed in Warlock looked at Franca and Jenna and said, "What did you find? I said that you must find Gatekeeper or his Corpse to receive the reward."

Jenna said calmly, "We haven't thought about getting paid yet, we just think things are more complicated than what you described.

"One night before, we infiltrated Deep Valley Quarry..."

After hearing the term "Deep Valley Quarry", the man whose face was covered by the shadow of Hood raised his head slightly.

This subtle body language did not escape the careful observation of Franca.

She had specifically consulted Anthony·Reid to know what subconscious reactions normal humans would have in this situation.

The other party's behavior just now shows that he is very sensitive to the word "Deep Valley Quarry"!

Only people who know there is a problem will have similar reactions.

Jenna continued to talk about the discoveries he and Franca made, including Monks with mechanical prosthetic eyes and Hidden Cave with arms and thighs embedded in them.

The man dressed as Warlock made no unnecessary body movements, but for Franca, this further proved that the other party understood Deep Valley Quarry's abnormality.

After listening to Jenna's story, the man deliberately said in a sharp voice, "I'm not sure whether that has anything to do with the disappearance of Gatekeeper, but if you can enter the secret Cave, take a few photos, or bring out important and valuable items, I am willing to pay you half of the reward. Maybe you can find clues to the whereabouts of Gatekeeper."

Do you think we are stupid? With only 10,000 Felkine, you want us to take risks? Franca muttered silently.

If this was not Occult Gathering summoned by her friend, she would have planned to find a way to track this Commissioner, find out his true identity, extract more detailed information from him, and sell Jenna to "Purifier".

"Stop!

"Ahead is Empire of Death!"

Lumian once again came to the natural arch carved with various White Bone, Sunflower, and Steam symbols.

Before he could take out the pocket watch he borrowed from Breeze Ballroom to confirm the time, he saw "Hella" wearing a widow's-style mysterious Black Robe and pale blond hair with dry and split ends walking over from the other side.

This Lady nodded gently and said, "Since you have arrived, let's go in early."

"Okay." Lumian opened the satchel and took out two White Candles.

While he lit them and gave one to "Hella", he said with a smile, "Aren't you worried that the information I got about 'Samaritan Woman Spring' is wrong?"

"Success is the accumulation of failures one after another." "Hella" replied with a cold voice.

Lumian suddenly laughed:

"I thought you were going to say failure is success mom."

"This is not Society." "Hella" simply responded.

Lumian stopped chatting, put out Carbide Lamp, held White Candles, which had already lit up orange Flames, and walked towards the huge stone arch.

As he expected, a Daoist figure emerged from the darkness behind the door.

The figure was wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers, with gray hair and few wrinkles. The light yellow Eyes had a certain turbidity. He was a rather old man.

The old man glanced at the White Candles in Lumian's hand, frowned and asked, "Didn't you find a guide?"

You... not you? Lumian glanced at "Hella" out of the corner of his eye, and found that the candlelight around her had dimmed at some point, as if she had been eroded by Underground darkness or shrouded in a thick fog.

In this state, she seemed to disappear in the eyes of Catacombs Administrator, who was responsible for guarding the gate.

Lumian smiled at the old man That One:

"I don't need a guide. I have visited the tomb many times, but I am more accustomed to taking the entrance over Memorial Hall District.

"Don't worry, I remember all the taboos and won't violate them intentionally."

The old man said angrily, "You college students! Remember, come out before your Candle Burning is finished!"

As he spoke, he stepped out of the way and turned back into the darkness behind the door.

When Lumian passed through the huge stone door and entered "Empire of Death", relying on having "Hella" as his companion this time, he turned his head and looked at That One's old Catacombs Administrator, and asked curiously, "Why can't you hold up the lit White Candles?"

The slightly turbid light yellow Eyes named Catacombs Administrator suddenly turned into Gloom, and his whole person exuded a cold air.

He replied in a low voice, "I was just at the door and didn't go deep."

Really? Lumian Rationality, who had already entered Catacombs, gave up questioning and concentrated on feeling the coldness bursting from the bottom of his heart and the gazes cast from the surrounding darkness.

He feels that the current state of That One Catacombs Administrator is somewhat similar to the temperament of "Hella".

Under the gaze of Corpse placed in the pit on the stone wall and the skeletons piled on both sides of the road, Lumian walked in the air filled with a slight smell of decay, and passed through "Little Chapel Tomb Chamber", "Memorial Column Tomb Chamber" and other places together with "Hella".

"Which floor should we go to?" "Hella" asked coolly after passing a group of tourists.

"Fourth floor." Lumian raised White Candles in his hand and pointed to the road sign next to Tomb Chamber in front of him, without any concealment.

"Hella" nodded again, quickened his pace, and walked in front of Lumian.

She seemed to know Catacombs First Layer very well, and she found the ladder leading to Second Layer after twists and turns.

Compared with the upper level, there are very few tourists here. You can only occasionally meet a few college students holding Candle and singing and dancing to exercise their courage in front of the corpses.

"Hella" moved forward without slowing down at all. Soon, Lumian saw a broken stone door.

With the yellowish light of Candle, he read Intis language on the stone door:

"Old Ossuary Entrance".

"Going down from here is Third Layer. At the door are Sun, Steam and Altar. Go all the way to 'Chrismona Night Pillar' and you can enter the fourth floor." "Hella" said coldly.

"Do you have Catacombs's complete map?" Lumian couldn't help but ask.

The only ones circulating on the market are often First Layer.

"Hella" shook his head:

"The further down you go, the less you know. Starting from Third Layer, you must look at the street signs and the black line Guidance on the top of the cave."

Lumian said nothing more, and walked through Old Ossuary Entrance with "Hella", walking down step by step along the wide and historical stone steps.

As soon as the two arrived at the tomb Third Layer, they saw a ball of candlelight and Sacrificial Pillar made of two mottled boulders.

The candlelight belonged to a young man with black hair, brown eyes and a complexion of Paleness.

After he discovered Lumian and "Hella", he rushed over as if he had grasped the straw that saved his life.

He shouted while running, "Me, some of my friends disappeared! Just disappeared like that!"