Life Dungeon Game

After a moment's thought, He Ao took out his bone sword, opened the man's clothes, and rummaged through the man's pockets. He didn't find Dawn's ID card, but a round badge fell out of the man's pocket.

It was a brownish-red triangular crown emblem.

He picked up the badge and examined it carefully.

The badge is exquisitely crafted. The reddish-brown color of the crown is not dyed, but rather composed of some kind of reddish-brown gemstone. Furthermore, three small emerald gemstones are set at the three corners of the crown.

It doesn't look like something an ordinary family could afford.

He Ao looked at the man's wide eyes.

Brownish-red pupils.

Things seem to be getting interesting.

He threw the badge back at the man, took a picture, and sent it to the military police captain.

He then pulled the phone out of the man's hand, removed the SIM card, and wrote down the 'Blood Master's' phone number.

After he finished doing all this, he put the phone back on the man and walked out of the alley.

A warning cone indicating construction ahead was placed in the corner of the alleyway.

He picked up the warning cone, blocked the alleyway entrance, clapped his hands to make sure there was no blood on his body, and then crossed the street again, arriving at the hidden street entrance.

A pitch-black shadow stood before him.

He gently lifted his leg and stepped forward.

As he crossed the dividing line between this street and the main street, the clamor that had been echoing in He's ears...

The noise seemed to be silenced instantly, as if a silencing mechanism had been activated.

But the sound didn't disappear; instead, it became like a tiny noise, barely perceptible.

A slight chill swept across He Ao's face.

dumb--

Several crows flew across the sky, their cries hoarse.

He Ao shut down hypermemory.

The black cloth in front of the shop swayed in the breeze.

He Ao turned around and could still see the laughing and joking crowds coming and going on the main street outside.

The silent shadows seemed to separate this side street from the area outside, creating a different world.

The shops on both sides had their doors half-closed, as if the owners had already left, or as if they might return at any moment.

He Ao walked step by step into the depths of the street, his feet sinking into the cold cement road.

The street is not long, but it has a large, winding curve, making it difficult to see what lies deep inside.

As He Ao turned the corner, a small iron gate sandwiched between shops appeared in front of him, immediately catching his eye.

In fact, in terms of style and size alone, this small iron gate is not unique and is no different from other small doors sandwiched between shops on the street.

These old streets are also inhabited. Passing through this small iron gate and the porch behind it, you can reach a small courtyard where people live. These small gates are common in Ellen and are not particularly unusual.

However, the small door in front of He Ao was different from other ordinary small doors. It was almost completely covered by a dark shadow, and from a distance, its color could not even be discerned.

This makes the small door stand out conspicuously on the shadowy street.

In fact, the location choice reveals that when the World Tree chose the Ruodan branch, its primary goal was to conceal it.

The shadow that shrouds this street is probably a result of the arrival of the power of that 'mysterious shadow'.

The surrounding air was getting colder.

As He Ao approached the small door shrouded in shadow, he vaguely sensed that the surrounding temperature had dropped to about two or three degrees Celsius.

Outside, the sun was still shining warmly, but inside it was as cold as the depths of a silent night.

The small door was half-open, not closed. He Ao gently pushed it, and with a creaking sound, the old door slowly opened.

The first thing that catches He Ao's eye is a relatively wide porch. Such porches are usually made up of the walls of shops on both sides. Only after passing through this porch can one see the small courtyard and living quarters inside.

The shadows ahead grew even darker.

He quickly passed through the porch and arrived at the courtyard behind it.

The pitch-black shadows enveloped the entire courtyard as if it were the moment night had fallen.

He looked up. The sun in the sky was still shining brightly, but there was no light in the courtyard.

As He Ao took his last step before entering the courtyard, he stopped, looked down at himself.

Where he now stands, there is a footprint shrouded in shadow.

Footprints on the cement floor.

Although the shadow almost completely obscured He Ao's vision, he could still tell that the footprint was very new and had not accumulated any soil, suggesting that it was left just a few days ago.

The person who left the footprints controlled their strength very well, leaving clear footprints without damaging the concrete surface or cracking it.

He is a master.

He Ao raised his head and looked into the depths of the courtyard.

In the deepest part of the shadows, the outline of a five-story building was faintly visible.

He looked down and glanced at the footprints in front of him one last time.

A top-tier D-class or C-class would be capable of leaving such a footprint, but judging from the force and precision of this footprint, it is most likely left by a C-class.

Do the people of World Tree leave their own footprints at their own doorsteps?

Not too possible.

Moreover, the footprint was very new and pointed directly towards the location of the World Tree's branch, which seemed more like a provocation.

Has a certain 'visitor' been here in the last few days?

However, there is no mention of any 'visitors' in the records left by Gade.

This powerful C-class aircraft, which even made a provocative move at the door, should be something Gade should know.

Either the visitor arrived before the arrival of the evil god's power, which Gade did not record.

Either it came during the period after the evil god's power descended, when Gade was corrupted and controlled, and lost consciousness.

It's unclear whether this C-rank individual is friend or foe, or whether they've been corrupted by the power of an evil god.

Heo pulled the bone sword from the pirate's treasure chest and stepped into the dark shadows.

After advancing in both martial arts and super memory, he has never tested the extent of his power.

He already had a basic assessment of the strength of the original church.

The rumble of the train seemed to ring in Heo's ears; it was the sound of the Verola running.

Twisted, distorted chants of praise emanated from the buildings, carrying a strange madness that invaded He Ao's mind.

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A hoarse groan echoed in He Ao's ears.

Immediately afterwards, a pure white sword light flashed by, its pale green glow spreading across the shadows.

A mass of indescribable flesh and blood fell out of sight.

Immediately afterwards, another low murmur rang out.

He Ao raised his hand and swung his sword again.

The shadows grew deeper and the surrounding temperature dropped even further, like the coldest, most desolate night.

Only the outlines of the buildings in front were still faintly visible.

Monsters fused with the shadows moved past Heo one after another, emitting hoarse cries like wandering ghosts in the underworld.

Their figures were hidden in the shadows, almost invisible to the naked eye. He could only rely on the sounds they made to determine their location.

With each flash of sword light, one twisted monster after another drooped back into the shadows.

Whether it was a blessing from that mysterious shadow or not, these monsters lurking in the shadows have already possessed E-rank strength, but they seem to be able to only move within this dense shadow.

It was only a dozen meters from the porch to the small building, but it took He Ao almost nine minutes to walk there.

Blood radiating a pale green glow flowed into a stream at his feet, and indescribable flesh and blood filled the concrete ground behind him, forming a strange 'carpet' in the shadows.

Blood flowed down the pure white blade of the bone sword onto the cement steps.

Tick-tick-tick-

He Ao stepped forward and ascended the last step in front of the small building.

Finally, He Ao arrived at the door of the 'towering' building.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the five-story building in front of him.

The surrounding shadows were so deep they seemed to condense into droplets, almost obscuring everything in sight. From the corridor, He Ao could still see the general outline of the building, but when he reached the door, he could only see the lower half of the building, which was faintly visible in the shadows.

The floors above were completely shrouded in shadow.

Looking up from below, it's like facing a strangely tall 'giant tower'.

He Ao lowered his head and looked in front of him.

The old double iron gate opened with a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through. Behind the gap was an endless expanse of darkness, like a man-eating demon baring its fangs.

He Ao stepped inside.

After he stepped through the door, the heavy shadow seemed to lessen somewhat.

Behind the iron gate was a short, wide longitudinal corridor that connected to a narrow, long transverse corridor in a 'T' shape. A faint green light shone down from above, vaguely illuminating the outline of the floor tiles in the dark shadows.

He looked up at the sky.

The corridor is lined with recessed lights, and through the dark shadows, you can see the faint, whitish glow of the lights.

The white light pierced through the shadow and turned into this dull green.