Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 195: Underground Shelter No. 88 (Part 2)


This cave really has something going on. With his Inspiration Value of 136, plus the Eye of Breaking Method that has seen the Light of Root, he can only sense a trace of anomaly when he gets close, and when he is more than ten meters away from the cave, he cannot detect any difference.

Erin looked into Wu Chang's eyes and said with some concern, "I'll wait for you here. If you encounter any danger, be sure to tell me, and I'll come to help you immediately."

There was no hesitation in Erin's voice. In her view, the Earthly Divine Kingdom that shrouded Wanghai City was far less important than Wu Chang.

Win!

Feeling victorious, Wu Chang announced to himself. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, what danger could this mere Desolate Realm pose to me?"

He took one last look at Erin and said, "I'm heading out."

Erin smiled and said, "Safe travels."

Wu Chang stepped forward, leaping into the cave.

Relying on his powerful Inspiration, he could sense that the rules of space and even time around him were distorting, with the descending passage resembling a tunnel where the rules of the world had been twisted.

A vast Will, which he could not clearly perceive, enveloped the underground secret realm, as if all the changes in the secret realm were under the control of that immense Power.

He suddenly recalled Kristen's words.

The outcome of the Pillar of the Present World and the Desolate Realm has already been decided; you cannot stop it.

He sneered and once again said what he had told Kristen at the time.

"Really? I don't believe it."

Whoosh.

With the sound of the wind once again in his ears, his eyes suddenly opened wide as he broke free from the pitch-black descending passage and arrived in an unfamiliar space.

No sooner had he adjusted to the ambient light than he was hit by the stench of a garbage dump mixed with the vomit of drunkards, and a few drunkards' voices reached his ears simultaneously.

"Did you hear that, Xiao Liang? He said he doesn't believe it!"

Following the voice, Wu Chang saw not far from him, two drunkards were leaning against a streetlamp vomiting, while another thin drunkard squatted on top of a streetlamp over ten meters high, as if he had reached a vantage point, activating an overlooking mode.

After entering the overlooking mode, is it time for a leap of faith?

The drunkard squatting on the streetlamp became furious immediately upon hearing someone disbelieving his words.

"Kid, open your eyes wide and watch carefully!"

The drunkard below egged on, "Come on, Xiao Liang, do your live show!"

"Damn, forget it, ignore them!"

With a powerful yell, the drunkard leaped high up, executing a three-and-a-half backward somersault in the air, the movement quick yet elegant and perfectly poised.

Thud.

Crunch.

The move was perfect, except for the landing. Xiao Liang landed headfirst, the sound of the skull and cervical vertebrae cracking was clearly audible.

No way, dude, you really jumped?

Before Wu Chang could react, two strapping men by the roadside took out their phones, the screens all showing a score of 10, and they began to profusely praise the now lifeless body.

They said he had stable posture, his body opened up in the air gracefully, with no splash upon landing.

Of course, there's no splash; hitting concrete with your head, whatever splashes up must be brain matter.

These people aren't normal, gotta leave quickly, lest the police show up and delay his business.

As he turned to leave, he heard two of the drunkards shouting at him from behind:

"Hey, outsider, welcome to Shelter No. 88 underground, enjoy your stay!"

The drunkard called this place Shelter No. 88, but in Wu Chang's view, this was a city.

Not only did it have all the elements a city should have, but in the distance, there were even buildings as high as twenty stories.

If it weren't for his exceptional eyesight, allowing him to see that the moon and stars above were merely simulated by electronic screens, he would never have guessed that this place was an underground shelter.

Following the road towards the densely lit area, with more and more people on the way, he quickly realized he had been wrong.

It wasn't just the three big guys who were abnormal; everyone he saw here was not normal.

The entire population of the underground shelter seemed to have a 'super-male syndrome,' breaking out into big fights whenever they had the slightest disagreement, life-or-death kind of fight.

He personally witnessed a grown man getting startled by the horn of a bus while waiting at the intersection, causing his ice cream to fall onto his crotch, prompting him to get out and challenge the bus driver to a duel.

Then he saw a big guy and a chubby man put on brass knuckles and start swinging hard at each other's heads.

In the end, the chubby guy, relying on the cushioning effect of his facial fat, won the duel and as a trophy, he took away the waffle cone at the end of the big guy's ice cream cone and a half-melted ice cream ball stuck to the big guy's pants.

Wang De Fa.

Even the Wild West with its million ways to die would be considered a civilized city compared to here.

Wu Chang, familiar with bizarre operations, looked on and couldn't help but exclaim at the bizarreness.

If Fang Hui were to be kidnapped here, meeting him again could result in him being chopped to pieces or made into Fang Hui jam—it wouldn't be surprising at all.

Wu Chang hurriedly took out the Unlimited Personal Streaming Room and dialed Fang Hui's phone.

He cleared his throat and spoke to Fang Hui in a deep, magnetic voice, but with a bubble sound as if something was stuck in his throat:

"Is this Fang Hui?"

Upon hearing his voice, Fang Hui was overjoyed, "That voice, it's Batman, I'm saved!"

Alright, still in the mood to joke; it seems the kidnappers haven't started boiling water yet.

"I'm the helper your friend called for. You can call me Pis or Mr. Peace." Wu Chang resisted the urge to spit through the phone at Fang Hui's face, patiently saying, knowing that the Unlimited Personal Streaming Room really could allow him to spit at people through the signal.

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