adventurers in the sewers

Nora stood in front of the reservoir, not even bothering to look out, before throwing down the grenades she had been carrying.

The next second, she retreated as quickly as a startled rabbit, hiding behind Louis.

Before Louis could react, he heard a loud bang, and then a large amount of sewage burst out of the reservoir, crashing towards the shore like a flood.

Even before the sewage got close, a strong stench hit you first.

Louis didn't dare to hesitate and quickly took a few steps back, just in time to splash a few drops of dirty water onto the spot where he had been standing.

This power is excessive.

Louis swallowed hard and couldn't help but glance at the hooded girl's cloak, feeling that there was no bottom to what lay beneath it.

How many grenades of this power are left?

And what about her skeletal rifle?

How come such a big and long gun could be hidden under a cloak and never found?

Just as he was focusing his attention on Nora, suddenly, a shadow fell in front of Louis.

A mass of scarlet flesh fell straight to Louis's feet.

Judging from the fur of that piece of flesh, it should be the flesh of a gray carrion rat.

The fate of this gray rotten rat basically foreshadows the fate of the other monsters in the reservoir.

A bomb detonated in water is far more powerful than one detonated in air.

Although the monsters were dealt with, Louis still felt a little regretful—the monster corpses were all mixed together in the reservoir, and he couldn't climb down to retrieve them.

However, Louis thought again that his stats were already high enough and his mana bar was maxed out, so even if he went down to loot the corpses, he probably wouldn't find anything good.

At most, it will increase the skill proficiency of "Sewer Creatures".

Instead of getting hung up on this scaly claw, we should focus on the truly important target: the hero's corpse.

Louis looked up at the still-moving corpse of the hero hanging on the iron chain bridge, and felt a surge of excitement.

He took a deep breath, looked at Nora who was still hiding behind him, and asked:

"Miss Nora, shall we go together?"

"Um."

The girl pulled her hood down a little and nodded slightly.

So the two of them set out together, first climbing the metal ladder to the suspension bridge, and then stepping on the suspension chains to approach the hero's corpse.

The closer you get, the stronger the stench of a rotting corpse becomes.

The main drain of the sewer was filled with moisture, and the corpse of the hero hanging above it was decomposing much faster than the corpses elsewhere.

However, the crimson gem stuck in his chest remained as dazzling as ever, radiating a fatal attraction.

The last few steps were extremely difficult for Louis, who was constantly on guard against his companions.

He believed that the Hero's Codex also held a strong attraction for Nora.

But until the very end, the girl did not make any unusual movements.

Standing before the hero's corpse, she examined it for a moment and said:

"The hero is indeed dead."

"But it's a miracle that the corpse of a non-professional could unconsciously affect so many living things around it."

At this point, Nora had already squatted down and was examining the extent of the hero's corpse with her hands without any disgust.

Louis also prepared to squat down, intending to touch the corpse under the pretext of examining it.

However, just a moment before he could make a move, the highly decomposed corpse of the hero suddenly stirred.

His hand shot out like lightning, heading straight for the girl's head.

Swah——

Nora's hood was pulled back, hanging limply behind her head.

Louis also saw the necromancer's true face for the first time.

Judging from her appearance, she was probably around sixteen years old, with long, off-white hair tied up at the back of her head, revealing her slender, fair neck.

The girl's features were quite delicate, her expression was like an iceberg, her eyes were an unusual pale yellow, and her small lips were painted with light green lip gloss, making her look somewhat unconventional.

In Louis's native dialect, this girl had a faint air of death about her, which was quite in line with people's stereotypes of necromancers.

However, Louis had no time to pay attention to Nora's appearance, whom he had been curious about for a long time.

Because the hero's white, peeling fingers were gripping Nora's neck tightly, digging deep into the girl's fair and slender neck flesh.

The sudden turn of events caused Louis to instinctively take two steps back, watching everything warily.

The hero has come back to life!

If his target hadn't been Nora, Louis would have definitely assumed it was the necromancer's doing.

But now it seems that the hero's resurrection should be a natural resurrection... No, can a resurrection be natural?

So if it wasn't Nora's doing, then it could only be the hero's own doing.

As Louis had predicted, things turned out differently.

The hero's corpse, still clutching Nora, slowly rose from the suspension bridge, standing up stiffly and contortedly in a way that defied human anatomy.

As he stood up, pieces of rotting flesh fell off like crumbs from a peach shortbread.

Some of the festering, rotten flesh hadn't completely sloughed off, and it just hung limply on the hero's body, looking incredibly gruesome.

The hero glanced at Louis with his only remaining cloudy eye, then slowly turned around and walked towards the bridge.

After he turned around, Louis was surprised to find that there was a palm-sized gray rat crawling on the back of the hero's head.

Judging from its appearance, the rat should just be an ordinary gray carrion rat cub.

At this moment, it was grasping the warrior's two tufts of hair with its front paws.

Upon closer inspection, Louis discovered that the movements of the hero's corpse were almost identical to the angle and force with which the rat was pulling his hair.

It wasn't the corpse that was moving; rather, it was the gray-haired rat controlling the corpse's movements.

Even Louis, a well-traveled and knowledgeable time traveler, was completely baffled by the scene before him.

Is this some kind of Ratatouille cosplay?

But no matter what, Nora was almost strangled to death, so I should try to save her out of both compassion and reason.

Besides, the Hero's Manual is already within reach, how can we let it grow legs and run away on its own?

"Stop right there! Release him!"

Louis, sword in hand, quickly followed behind the hero's corpse and shouted in a deep voice.

He didn't know if the hero or the gray mouse could understand human speech, but he would give it a try anyway.

He wouldn't want to fight this monster if he could negotiate.

Unfortunately, the other side didn't react at all and continued walking forward in an odd posture.

Louis had no choice but to stab the hero in the back of the head with his sword.

With the support of proficient basic swordsmanship, this sword strike was incredibly sharp, the tip of the sword seemingly poised to pierce through the gray-haired rat's corpse in the next instant.

However, the decaying corpse moved even faster.

The gray-haired rat tugged at the corpse's hair, and the corpse instantly drew its sword from its waist with its free right hand, turning around and sweeping it away.

clang--

A crisp metallic clang rang out, and Louis's sword flew into the air like a kite with a broken string, then plunged into the sewage below with a thud and sank without a trace.

The hero's sword struck precisely at the weak point of his sword technique, knocking his sword away.

Without a doubt, Louis was completely outmatched in terms of skill.

Louis quickly took a few steps back and drew another sword from his waist.

He immediately activated the skill "Physical Enhancement".

With three points of stamina decreasing and two points of strength increasing, Louis's strength attribute jumped to 10 points, which is the limit before becoming a superhuman.

Even with 10 points in Strength and 9 points in Dexterity, Louis still felt no sense of security.

Just as he was on high alert, suddenly, the rat on the corpse's head moved its paw.

Then, the corpse opened its mouth, and a hoarse, dry voice came from it:

"Are you an accomplice of the person hunting me down?"