Max-Level Boss Traverses Apocalypse to Raise Cute Baby

Originally a Huashen stage ancestor in the cultivation world, unexpectedly during a tribulation crossing, her soul transmigrated to the apocalypse, transforming into a beautiful, cold, and stunning...

Chapter 474 479 Breaking into the Netherworld

Chapter 474 479. Breaking into the Underworld

When Qiao Weiming heard her say this, he knew that she had misunderstood. After thinking about it, he decided not to stimulate his sister who had just recovered her memory, so he did not continue the topic. He glanced at the dead researcher next to him.

"Let's go, let's get out quickly, it's not safe here."

As he spoke, Qiao Weiming pulled Qiao Meili up and walked up the stone steps again.

The two people who turned and left did not look back, so they did not notice that the silver butterfly that had originally landed on Qiao Weiming's clothes suddenly flew down and landed directly on the dead researcher. After a while, the corpse on the ground turned into a mummy.

The silver butterfly, which had sucked enough blood, became even brighter in color. It quietly landed on Qiao Weiming's clothes, and as he walked, it flashed, looking particularly beautiful.

The brother and sister walked along the stone steps continuously, stopping to rest when they were tired. They walked and stopped like this for an unknown amount of time, until finally Qiao Meili could no longer walk.

"What the hell is this place?"

Qiao Meili was tired and hungry. She didn't know how many days it had been since she had eaten. After climbing the stone stairs for such a long time, she felt dizzy and her legs were weak. She had lost all her strength and could not move anymore.

"Just hold on, you'll be out soon."

Qiao Weiming was also extremely tired. He had not relaxed for a single moment that night. It was not easy for him to persist until now. After resting for a while, he got up, carried Qiao Meili on his back, and slowly moved up with his legs raised.

Finally, when Qiao Weiming was about to fall down, he saw a door in the distance. This sight gave him the strength to persevere. When Qiao Weiming finally came to the door and opened it with great effort, he took a breath after seeing what was inside.

All he saw were corpses standing in a row, all looking in his direction.

Such a horrifying and weird scene made Qiao Weiming feel cold on his back. Even though he had killed countless zombies, he was still so frightened that his body was stiff and he couldn't move.

One second, two seconds, three seconds. Qiao Weiming took a deep breath and threw a bolt of lightning. All the corpses inside were burnt by electricity. Suddenly, an extremely unpleasant and pungent smell came over, which almost suffocated him.

After the smoke cleared, Qiao Weiming walked in cautiously with Qiao Meili on his back. The further they walked inside, the more eerie it felt.

The clothes that were soaked with cold sweat from climbing the stairs were now cold and stuck to my body, just like holding an ice cube, chilling to the bone.

The faint light of the flashlight shone into the dark room, making it even more eerie.

But when the flashlight shone on three bloody words on the wall of the room, Qiao Weiming immediately quickened his pace and walked out.

Morgue!

Another exit connected to the underground laboratory under the First Hospital is the funeral home!

Thinking of this, Qiao Weiming was suddenly frightened. Just as he reached the ground level, Qiao Meili on his back woke up slowly.

"Brother, I'm so hungry."

Qiao Meili was so hungry that she didn't even have the strength to speak. Her head hung limply beside Qiao Weiming's neck.

"Just bear with it for a while, we'll be out soon."

Qiao Weiming tried to comfort them with his words, but he was extremely anxious. He looked up and around, hoping to find even a little bit of food.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on an office sign: Dressing Room.

He thought about it and gently pushed the door open.

The next moment, his body stiffened on the spot.

He saw a figure sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to him, combing her black hair.

(End of this chapter)