It was something heavy, the sound of it hitting the ground.

Chen Jing shuddered. Could that slave spirit have jumped straight down from the third floor?

The sounds that followed confirmed Chen Jing's guess: footsteps, the sound of iron balls and chains dragging on the ground, as they moved through the street!

In this building, Chen Jing set up several traps on the first and second floors. Those traps were enough to deal with ordinary wandering spirits, but what about dealing with slave wandering spirits?

Chen Jing was not confident.

The only option is to keep running.

Chen Jing had prepared a perfect escape route, but he never expected that the wandering soul of the slave would appear.

In Chen Jing's plan, he even thought that if he encountered a very powerful wandering spirit, he would escape to the arena and use it to his advantage!

But now the tiger has turned into a wolf, and there are no useful resources nearby to help Chen Jing fight against the slave spirits.

Chen Jing thought to himself that he could only hope that his escape route would be enough to shake off the slave spirits, and that the hunting party could quickly withdraw without being harmed by the slave spirits.

He had many thoughts in his mind, but he acted very quickly, passing through the dilapidated, abandoned rooms and arriving at the rope on the other side of the house.

From here, you can quickly descend, and then Chen Jing can enter another block.

If the wandering slave spirits are fast, Chen Jing will choose not to cross the block, but instead take the sewers near here. The roads there are very complicated, like a maze, and Chen Jing has also set up several traps in them. If the wandering slave spirits are slower, Chen Jing will reach a house on the opposite side. The simple rope and the original ruins are Chen Jing's best running route.

Originally, Chen Jing had also set up a "runway" on the roof of this building for running along the eaves, but he dared not use it.

Because of the slave ghost's throwing knife! Chen Jing didn't know if, without cover, his throwing knife would pierce through the fog and take him away like the Grim Reaper.

If they run along the rooftop track, there will be few obstacles between Chen Jing and the slave souls, only the advantages of distance and space!

Moreover, while the gaps between adjacent houses in the same area might be able to stop ordinary humans or wandering spirits, the speed of slave wandering spirits is too fast and their mobility exceeds that of humans. Chen Jing is not confident that he can shake them off using this method.

With his hands gripping the ropes of the window, Chen Jing quickly descended, his gloved hands burning and aching.

The voice indicated that the slave ghost had already entered the room where he had been!

"If it jumps down again, I won't have time to reach the house on the other side!" Chen Jing thought.

He rushed into the designated sewer opening, moved the half-open sewer cover, closed it, and slid down the ladder.

Chen Jing felt as if the air he was breathing was cutting him with knives, and his heart was beating at its limit.

boom!

A huge explosion was heard coming from Chen Jingyuan's house.

"Heh, heh, heh..." Chen Jing gasped for breath, "The landmines I bought from Black Hand are indeed, indeed powerful... I must get reimbursed by the Hunting Group this time, those are my trump cards..."

But before the sounds of the slave's wandering souls moving had stopped, the heavy voice began again.

"Damn it!" Chen Jing couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Chen Jing clearly heard that the direction the wandering slave spirits were heading was directly towards him.

Is it possible that the wandering soul of the bet slave couldn't find him hiding in the sewers? Or does the wandering soul of the bet slave also rely on sound to track its target?

If the slave's wandering spirit is chasing him based on the voice Chen Jing is making, the best course of action is to stay put, remain silent, and keep quiet.

Chen Jing gritted his teeth. Moreover, the slave spirits might have already heard him go down into the sewers, or they might have located him by judging the surrounding terrain.

We have no choice but to run!

There was a tripwire mine at the sewer entrance, hidden in the darkness, which was also set up by Chen Jing.

But after that, Chen Jing did not set up traps based on the assumption of dealing with the wandering slave spirits. After that, his traps and declining physical strength could not guarantee Chen Jing's escape at all.

etc.

Chen Jing suddenly realized something. At the beginning, he and Li Huaxing were talking quietly and were not discovered by the approaching slave spirits.

After Chen Jing fired his gun, the slave ghost caught up with them.

Then, while I was running, the slave spirits also targeted me. What did they use? The sound of running, or something else?

Chen Jing decided to take a gamble.

He didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, waiting silently in place.

The sound of chains sliding against iron balls drew closer to him, but Chen Jing wasn't worried at all, because the sound was slowing down!

The sound continued to approach Chen Jing, who frowned. Had he made the wrong bet? Suddenly, he remembered something he had overlooked.

The slave ghost's throwing knife once grazed his thigh!

Chen Jing's face darkened, and he touched his wound.

The clothes were only torn; underneath were smooth skin, without any dampness, which meant there was no bleeding. Chen Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

The voices of the slave's wandering souls still lingered slowly, and the air remained as heavy and suffocating as before.

Drip, drip. There was a steady sound of water coming from the sewer, as if echoing Chen Jing's heartbeat.

As time passed and the souls of the slaves wandered, Chen Jing began to think that even prisoners awaiting death sentences probably didn't suffer this much.

He closed his eyes, knowing he wouldn't see anything anyway; the sewer was pitch black.

Finally, after a near-pause of one minute, the sound of chains and iron balls dragging on the ground slowly faded away.

Chen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the wall for support, and almost lost his balance.

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In this land that is shrouded in fog year-round, people have their own order of survival.

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