Chapter 307 Lake

"Faster." Wadin lowered his voice subconsciously.

But it was useless. The clanging sound could not be covered up at all. If there was really something nearby, whether it was a human or a ghost, it would be attracted here.

The silence on the other side could only mean that everything was over long ago and they were too late.

After a long wait that seemed like a whole year, a passage was finally cleared in the rubble for people to climb over. Wadin climbed in first, followed by Kraft.

The top was less than four fingers away from the back. Below the chest and abdomen were sharp-edged stones. He needed to rely on his arm strength to slightly support his body, while tilting his head to prevent scratching his chin.

At only about two meters away, Wadin's breathing in front became heavy. The flat space gave people the illusion that they would suffocate at any time, so he instinctively began to take deep breaths to calm the feeling of suffocation.

But the expansion of the chest cavity further compressed the space for movement. When taking a deep breath, it would be difficult to pass through any narrow place, and the edge of the rock hit the undulating ribs.

The main light source was the unstable illumination of the torch behind him. After being blocked by obstacles, the shadows were dim, like crawling between the upper and lower jaws full of grinding teeth, and there was a bottomless throat in front.

"Relax, control your breathing, you can get through." Noticed that the person in front of him was breathing heavily and gradually stopped, Kraft easily guessed the situation.

He also felt the same claustrophobia caused by the environment and psychological pressure, but he had long been quite accustomed to it. Compared with the extreme sense of confinement that cut off the spiritual senses, this was now like walking in the corridor, and it was difficult to stir up waves.

"Stop for a while, calm down, and breathe in through your nose. Yes, that's it, keep it."

Wadin was not a fool. After receiving the reminder, he quickly calmed his breathing and adjusted himself. After whispering thanks, he put the sword hanging on his waist and stuck from time to time in front of him and continued to crawl.

The only things they could bring were their personal weapons, but fortunately there were sufficient supplies on the other side.

It took them nearly ten minutes to crawl over the distance of only five steps. Kraft doubted whether they would have a chance to crawl back if they really encountered something on the other side.

But that thing should have really left, until they got out of the gap and stepped carefully into the dirty puddle, there was no more alarming sound.

Only when they entered the water vapor here could they really realize how thick it was. It was not a state caused by simple humidity, but the vastness that would be felt when approaching a large area of ​​water.

The water mist that was almost condensed into substance blocked the lighting and enveloped things outside the light path.

Torches were collected from the scattered boxes, dipped in oil and lit, and the whole scene was lit up in front of them.

A sticky track mixed with a touch of red and brown wandered in the passage, winding like a rune stroke and disappearing at the entrance of the stone chamber on the left side in front.

Overall, it was cleaner than expected. There was basically no large amount of blood stains, and no obvious signs of fighting. The residents who were carrying supplies were wiped out without much resistance.

It was like a piece of water that existed only in imagination and had never been seen, stretching out its flexible and slender mouthparts, probing into the shelter that people thought was safe, and licking it clean.

The two looked at each other, and Kraft understood what Wadin meant:

Keep going?

He nodded, avoiding the suspicious mucus, and explored the stone chamber that had been used as a temporary camp.

The accumulated water inside was even more serious, forming a rippled shallow water, soaking the empty coffin and various debris, and also erasing most of the traces.

The accumulated water came from the crack leading to the sewer, and now it can no longer be called a crack. The earthquake severely damaged the stone wall on the side of the sewer, expanding the crack into a large hole that can be walked normally, and water flows through it into the room.

The situation was probably quite hasty at the time. The food that had just been unpacked, a little firewood, and the boots that had been changed were all floating around. They only had time to move other things in a hurry.

This also directly led to ignoring the danger of the attack, and the advance preparations were basically not used.

"Do you think you can still find them?"

"The possibility is very low."

Kraft used a more polite expression. In fact, disappearance should be equated with death. This is not taken away by wild beasts, and they can be rescued by following the trail.

More pessimistically, there is little possibility of finding the remains. Those people have probably become part of something.

But the not much bleeding seems to make Brother Wadin still have a little fantasy.

They passed through the hole created by the earthquake and stepped on the water to enter the sewer. The arched structure of the cave top is relatively stable, and it has been maintained roughly intact with incredible quality. It is simply designed for this.

Even so, the visible masonry dislocation still shows that the life of this ancient project is nearing the end.

The two continued to walk down, waiting for the roar of the giant well to swallow up other noises.

However, the roaring sound of falling water did not come, and was replaced by a more spacious and distant sound.

Walking out of the tunnel and standing in the place where the hall should be, the stepped structure and the hexagonal giant well that were sunken layer by layer have disappeared. The only thing left in the field of vision is the slope made of broken and broken boulders, which lay down at a steep angle and point to the deeper invisible space.

Most of the bottom of this magnificent structure is empty, and it is connected to the outside world again after being destroyed.

The thick water mist comes from here, rising from below and blown by unknown air currents.

Kraft picked up a piece of gravel at his feet and threw it down.

It jumped and hit in the darkness outside the field of vision, making harsh or crisp sounds, ending with a distant muffled sound as it hit the water, without eliciting the slightest echo from beginning to end.

The range cannot be estimated at all, at least it is much larger than this hall and exceeds the distance that sound waves can return.

In addition to the sparse small waterfalls, another lighter, but much more rhythmic sound can be heard. It is the wide water surface that is pushed smoothly and smashed against the rocks.

The water laps against the embankment made of irregular ruins, pouring into the irregular gaps and competing for space with the gas inside, producing a hoarse whimper like playing a primitive bone instrument.

Perhaps it was just caused by mental stress and imagination. Through the dense fog, a changing light spot appeared for a few seconds, accompanied by the sound of water splashing like a big fish leaping, and then quickly disappeared.

The two of them stopped here, and going further down would be a completely unknown territory that was no longer suitable to enter rashly.

Previously, Kraft had always been curious about the huge amount of drainage around Dunling. It was not directed into the river but went underground. How much water storage capacity could be accommodated without overflowing?

Now he knew what was going on.

"Do you want to prepare anything before you come back?" Seeing the professor thoughtful, Wading asked.

"Can you bring the boat down?"

"Why? Where is that place?"

"Lake, an underground lake." Standing at the entrance formed by the collapse, a corner of the water that had not seen the light of day for millions of years revealed to them. It had been buried deep under the city for too long, and it was like amniotic fluid, nurturing something that was growing.