Inside the vehicle, Mr. Pan was growing restless.
He hadn't wanted to take this route. It wasn't just because the environment was unsettling, but also because the Plague Cult had a terrible reputation, even in the Lower City District. No one willingly came near this place.
But he had no choice. If he couldn't point out a viable path today, he might never get out of this vehicle alive.
As the vehicle pressed on, a deep sense of unease washed over him. The light was dim, but more than that, there was a complete and utter silence outside, save for the sound of their own engine.
The deep, dark tunnel ahead felt like an endless void, utterly suffocating.
Che Gaoyi narrowed his eyes. They had been driving for over half an hour with no sign of an exit. He had also noticed something strange: the graffiti on the walls was starting to repeat.
