Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Who exactly knows about the existence of this secret passage?

Lin Gui stared into the depths of the tunnel, which was now pitch black.

The footsteps grew louder and more frequent.

Judging from the chaotic sounds, there were quite a few people.

Lin Gui didn't use magic to sense it directly, because the distance was too far.

He raised his hand, and the levitation technique silently activated.

In the distance, several small warning devices were buoyed back into his palm by buoyancy.

He took the props back.

"Wake Lillian up."

Elvia immediately turned around, squatted down next to Lillian, and gently shook her shoulder.

"Lillian, wake up."

Lillian opened her eyes groggily.

He looked at Elvia with sleepy eyes, a trace of drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm...Master's wife...?"

Without explaining, Elvia pulled her up from the bed and quickly led her to Lin Gui's side.

Lin Gui had already packed everything away.

He collected the ashes and embers left from the campfire in a box.

Seal the lid and tuck it into the storage space.

The air smelled of burning and contained the residue of combustion.

He raised his hand and cast a wind-summoning spell.

A gentle breeze swept through the passageway, diluting and dispersing the lingering odor.

The entire rest area returned to its state of being untouched.

"Follow me."

Lin Gui's voice was very soft.

He turned around and walked back along the road he had come from.

His steps were quick and steady, each step landing on the stone surface without making any extra sound.

Elvia pulled Lillian close behind him.

Finally, Lin Gui led the two into a dilapidated side passage.

Lin Gui did not lead them deeper into the side path.

The fork in the road, less than a hundred meters deep, was completely blocked by rubble and collapsed mud.

There was no way to retreat.

He didn't intend to go deep; he just needed a corner where he could hide and observe.

He believed that the other party would not enter through this fork in the road where there was no way out.

The three of them quieted down in the shadows of the side road.

The gray veil of the dark night-blooming ceremonial robes completely concealed their presence and features.

Elvia lowered her voice and tentatively began to speak.

"Could it be someone from the reconnaissance team, or a survivor of Spark?"

Lin Gui shook his head firmly.

"impossible."

"I witnessed their deaths with my own eyes."

"Even the corpses were ultimately fed to the demons of the arena by those who deserved to be hanged the most."

Elvia paused for a moment, then stopped asking questions.

Lillian, who had a general idea of ​​what had happened, suddenly spoke up in a low voice.

"Could it be... a humanoid demon?"

"Like bat-men, Gandhara people, bloodthirsty lizard people, skeleton undead..."

"Or monsters from the Golden Age, like goblins..."

"No."

Lin Gui interrupted her.

"They are human beings."

He leaned against the corner wall, turned his head, and looked into the depths of the passageway.

He poured dark demonic energy into his eyes.

His demonic eyes pierced through the darkness, allowing him to see a figure slowly moving in the far distance of the passageway.

Black cloaks concealed everyone's faces, revealing their gaunt figures.

Their gait had an indescribable strangeness to it.

The person at the very front walked with exceptionally steady steps, each step measured as if it had been with a ruler.

The person behind him was slightly hunched over, with his hands hanging at his sides, his knuckles twitching occasionally, as if he was enduring something.

Their breathing was very slow, so slow that it didn't seem like the frequency a living person should have.

Lin Gui's Netherworld Eyes activated silently.

The gray eyes, combined with the malevolent aura of the demons, made Lin Gui's eyes appear exceptionally sinister.

Deep within his pupils, it seemed as if two clusters of cold fire were flickering.

He stared at those figures and reported their strengths one by one.

"Seven people."

"One superior being, two middle being superhumans, and four inferior being superhumans."

Elvia frowned.

This strength and this number cannot belong to Xinghuo.

She was well aware of that momentous Spark Revolution.

In reality, the participants were not that strong.

They were even less capable than Caesar's rebels.

"What about rank?"

Lin Gui stared intently at it, then shook his head.

"I can't tell."

"Their faces were completely obscured by black cloaks, and no weapons were visible."

He paused for a moment, his gaze following the footsteps of those figures.

"Judging from the footsteps... there might be three physical classes and four magical classes."

Elvia placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.

"Shall we take action?"

"Need not."

Lin Gui's voice was very faint.

"Don't create unnecessary trouble."

"Our goal is to get through the red desert."

The three of them quieted down in the shadows of the side road, held their breath, and waited.

Time passed by, second by second.

The footsteps grew closer and louder.

Each step landed on the stone surface, creating a dull echo in the empty passageway.

They could hear the rustling sound of the cloak hem scraping against the ground.

You can hear heavy breathing with a strange rhythm.

The sound of conversation followed.

It was a deep, hoarse language.

The syllables are short and forceful, and the final sound always has a hissing-like upward inflection.

It sounded like snakes were talking, or like some kind of metal scraping against a stone surface.

"......"

That's not the common language in mainland China.

Lin Gui and Elvia exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

They had never heard this language before.

Behind Lin Gui, Lillian's pupils suddenly dilated.

Her body suddenly stiffened.

The eyes of both of them, which had just been filled with weariness and fear, were now filled with a deeper kind of horror.

Her lips trembled as she opened them, but no sound came out.

Elvia noticed her unusual behavior.

"Lillian, what's wrong?"

Lillian seemed to be awakened by the voice, her pupils trembling violently.

"This, this, this is—"

She abruptly cut off her own voice in her throat.

And at that very moment.

At the fork in the road, the group of men in black robes were passing by in a line on the outside of the fork.

Seven figures filed past in single file, their steps perfectly synchronized.

But the person in the lead suddenly stopped at the fork in the road.

He slowly turned his head.

In the shadow beneath the hood, two dark red lights shone like embers.

Those eyes stared blankly into the depths of the side road.

He looked at Lin Gui.

They made eye contact.

Did the other party discover me?

A familiar, frenzied atmosphere swept over me.

After feeling this familiar power.

Lin Gui's hair stood on end.

It is... demonic energy.

Behind her, Lillian's gasp finally broke through her throat.

"The language is—"

"It's Blood Demon Language!!"

"They are vampires!"