In the dim environment, there were many sounds.
Wen Xishu looked around and found that Yue Yun and others were all present. This reassured him a lot.
"Where is this place?"
"Help! I want to go back to the bunker! I want to go back to the bunker!"
"Dad, Mom, where are you! It's so cold here!"
"Have we... arrived in Hell?"
Countless voices of the lower-tier bunker residents rose and fell.
Most of them were crying, breathing uneasily, and shouting anxiously. The coughing of the elderly, the cries of children.
The densely packed voices intertwined into a web.
Wen Xishu realized that this time, many people might die.
He began observing his surroundings; it seemed like a cellar... a very large cellar, which contained many jars.
There was no sunlight; Wen Xishu thought he would be teleported to some sort of castle based on the description.
A mysterious woman, shoes with eerie powers... these seemed like a dark medieval story.
