Chapter 404 Underground Tombs
Click, click.
Angel's footsteps echoed in the endless passage.
She had no intention of concealing the sound of her footsteps. Rather, she hoped that someone or something could hear her footsteps. It would be best if it was a local resident of Bansi. Even if it was some monster, it would be able to determine its location based on this and not be confused.
Unfortunately, she walked along the passage for hundreds of meters, turned several bends at different angles, and checked more than a dozen rooms similar to the stone chamber where Miller was buried, but did not find any living or dead people.
The passages were equally narrow and cramped, the low ceilings seeming to collapse at any moment, suffocating people. The stone chambers contained countless corpses, most of which had been reduced to dry bones, with a few still retaining barely visible shrunken tissue.
Like some kind of public cemetery... but without a name or a mark, as if it could only be forgotten by everyone here...
Angel commented.
She noticed that the bodies were intact and not missing their heads, which at least proved that this was not the place where the cultists buried their victims after performing human sacrifices.
Continuing forward along the passage, just when Angel almost thought that this direction led to deeper depths and was about to turn back to explore the other side, the narrow passage suddenly became wide, as if it were two different architectural styles. The old, weathered brick walls turned into stone slabs that were obviously more recent, and the ground was also more regular.
These changes gave Angel full confidence, proving that she was not wrong.
She also noticed that some randomly placed corpses began to appear on both sides of the relatively wide passage. They were different from the corpses that had completely turned into bones before. Some of them were dehydrated and turned into mummies, some were highly decayed and still had some green moss on their bodies, and there were even "fresh" corpses whose clothes could barely be recognized.
The presence of moss indicates that the air is more humid, and the fact that the corpse is not completely decayed indicates that it died not long ago... I'm afraid we're almost at the exit.
But along the way, we saw at least a few hundred corpses. Unless all the dead in Bansi Port were placed here, there wouldn't be enough... This is just a small port with a permanent population of one or two thousand...
Angel was happy to be near the exit, but he was also puzzled by the strangeness of this underground building.
I'm afraid I can only wait until I return to the surface and question the Mandated Punishers. I also have to hand over the "grazing" Miller to them. This will expose my magical items and my true strength, but I'm afraid after seeing my invisibility and "disease" abilities, they will have guessed my potion sequence...
Angel quickened his pace and continued walking forward while thinking about something else. Not long after, he heard the undisguised sound of brisk footsteps in front of him, and the dim candlelight illuminating the corner of the passage.
This actually stopped her in her tracks.
Soon, the person walked through the right angle at the end of the passage and appeared in front of Angel.
There were two young men, each holding a white candle in their hands. The faint but warm candlelight illuminated themselves and the nearby passage. They walked forward silently, one in front and one behind, ignoring the piles of corpses at their feet, carrying black shoulder bags.
After seeing that it was a living person, Angel breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his hand holding the gun, walked forward, and entered the range of candlelight.
"Hello, may I ask..."
She greeted politely.
The two men opposite looked as if they had seen a ghost. Their eyes suddenly widened and their faces turned as pale as the candles in their hands.
"ah--"
As if they had made an appointment, they all let out a scream with an accent, turned around and ran in the direction they came from. They didn't even bother to pick up their shoulder bags that fell to the ground. They were only concerned with protecting the faint light of the candle in their hands, as if they were protecting a baby in a cradle.
Angel's remaining half greeting was blocked in her throat by this intense reaction, but she did not stop the two men from running. Instead, she quickened her pace and followed them, also going around the bend and coming to a wider passage with rooms on both sides.
The two men had already run more than ten meters away, and the narrow area illuminated by the candlelight moved into the distance with them. Suddenly, the man running in front stumbled, as if tripped by something, and then fell forward due to inertia. The candle in his hand also flew a long distance, rolled twice on the slightly damp floor, and then went out.
At this moment, the man who was trying to get up froze up and disappeared from Angel's sight as quickly as water stains evaporating in the sun.
The companion who was still holding the candle ran quickly past the place where he disappeared, as if he didn't see it.
this……
Angel stopped abruptly, carefully opened her spiritual vision, and looked toward the front of the passage. She could clearly see a faint spiritual light on the man who was running away with his back to her, but other than that, there was no other suspicious light.
The passage that had held three people just a few seconds ago now only had two.
There was no spiritual reminder of danger. I still have two magic mirrors, a magic wand, and if all else fails, a magic pocket watch... Angel quickly assessed the danger, gritted his teeth and chased after him. When passing by the position of the disappeared man, he hooked the fallen candle with a silk thread and held it in his hand, but did not light it.
She wasn't sure if lighting the candles would lead to worse consequences.
The man who had abandoned his companions and fled alone had already run dozens of meters. Only a faint candlelight was left in the passage. Angel quickly caught up with him with the help of a silk thread. When he was only a few meters away from the man, he directed the silk thread across the lower part of the passage and easily tripped him.
In order to prevent the other person's candle from slipping out of his hand and going out, and disappearing without a trace like the other person, Angel tied his hand and the candle tightly together with an invisible silk thread. The young man fell to the ground in exactly the same posture as his companion, and the dim candlelight flickered, and finally regained stability.
"Why are you running when you see me?"
Angel asked only after the man turned around and sat on the ground looking at him in panic.
Hearing her words, the young man was startled, his expression changed slightly, and he said:
"You, you are from Loen? Not a ghost?"
This sentence is in Intis language.
Angel frowned. She knew that on the various colonized islands at sea, the languages used varied due to the differences between the customs of the original residents and those of the conquerors. However, because the Rune language was widely used by the Rune Navy and the Storm Church, most island residents also spoke this language.
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Hearing the not-so-fluent Intis language at this time made her feel a little confused for a moment.
"Of course I'm a human, not a ghost."
Organizing the sentences in her mind, Angel answered slowly, feeling a little angry and helpless. In just a few days, she was identified as a "siren" and a "ghost" successively. If the former was just her own prank, then the latter was a complete slander.
"But why don't you light candles?"
Seeing that he could communicate with him normally, the young man sitting on the ground finally calmed down, and his panic turned into confusion.
Candle……
Angel thought of the white candle that the two of them had carefully protected even when they were escaping, and the man who had just fallen and accidentally extinguished the candle and disappeared instantly, and understood why the other party thought he was a ghost.
Although she still didn't know why she hadn't lit the candle and there was no problem, she still lit the white candle she had picked up with the spiritual fire behind her, then handed it to her and said:
"I had it lit the whole time. I was holding it behind me just now, and the candlelight was blocked."
She was "persuading" the other party.
This obvious lie was immediately accepted by the young man due to his extraordinary ability. The panic and doubt in his eyes, which reflected the two candlelights, faded away and he regained his calmness.
He nimbly got up from the ground, holding the candle in one hand and brushing off the dust on his body with the other, with a flattering smile on his face.
Angel was already very familiar with this expression. Most men who saw her true face, and even a few women, would show a similar expression to a greater or lesser extent. But the other party's next words immediately made her heart beat faster.
"Beautiful lady, are you here to explore the catacombs as well? I'm alone, so why don't we go together?"
Alone?
Could it be that this guy was so obsessed with beauty that he immediately abandoned his companion who accidentally fell and disappeared without a trace?
This was Angel's first thought, but she soon confirmed one thing from the other person's eyes, which were somewhat purposeful but sincere enough: the other person really thought he came here alone.
This means that he has no recollection of his companions' disappearance, and even does not think that he "came here together".
When the candle in your hand goes out or you let go of it, not only will your body disappear, but your "existence" in other people's minds will also disappear?
After clarifying this, Angel felt that there seemed to be countless peeping monsters in the distance where the candle could not reach, trying to avoid the candlelight of the white candle and swallow her from the darkness.
This has nothing to do with whether dark vision can see far away, it is purely a psychological pressure.
Fortunately, I can be fine without candles, this has been verified... But the two of them can't, this has also been verified by another man with his life... Angel looked at the flickering candlelight of the other party, and wanted to give him the candle in his hand, but was afraid that the other party would mistake him for a "ghost" again, so he had to give up.
She sorted out her thoughts and decided to let the other party take her out of this underground tomb first, and deal with everything else after contacting the Punishers.
Fortunately, the other party thought I was here for an "adventure"... Angel felt a little relieved.
"I feel lost and want to get out first. Can you take me back to the ground?"
She said with a pleading look.
"Of course, no problem. I was planning to go back too," the young man agreed readily. Then he asked in confusion, "But how did you get lost? Just follow the black line above your head and you'll definitely reach the exit."
Black line?
Angel looked up at the ceiling of the passage, and sure enough, there was a thick black line drawn on it, with a one-way arrow marked on it to indicate the direction.
The direction is actually the same as when I came here. Did I really go the wrong way? This is the direction deep into the tomb, and the exit is behind... But I just looked carefully, and there is no such indicator line above my head...
Angel was a little confused. She repeatedly recalled the scene when she left the stone chamber and came to the corridor, confirming that she had never seen similar black indicator lines.
Holding the candle, she turned back and walked in the direction she came from. The young man behind her quickly followed and continued to chat in Intis:
"My name is Pierre, and I'm a student at Trier's Higher Normal School. What about you?"
"Angelica."
Trier... the capital of the Intis Republic. No wonder he spoke Intis. It turned out he was a college student traveling to Bansi... Angel answered casually, passing the place where the other man disappeared, turned the corner, and looked in the direction he came from.
There was a spacious passage with thick black lines painted above the head, and countless corpses were scattered on both sides.
Angel clearly remembered that a few minutes ago this place was narrow and cramped, with old corridors made of stone bricks on both sides and the ceiling above was so low that it almost pressed down on his head.
She turned around suddenly and looked at Pierre who had caught up with her. The latter was also holding a candle, and the candlelight made his slightly round face look uncertain.
"Where exactly is this place?"
She asked in a deep voice, her left hand already hanging down, ready to transform the bracelet into a sword and launch an attack at any moment.
"Of course it's the third floor. Are you really lost?"
Pierre's expression became even more puzzled. He tried to take two more steps forward, but stood still obediently under Angel's warning gaze.
The third floor... This tomb has three floors, and each floor is like a maze?
Angel even more doubted that he was no longer in Bansi. If all the people in Bansi died now, they would not be able to fill up this underground cemetery!
"I'm asking about the location of the catacombs. Where is it?"
She continued, her tone becoming more serious.
"Of course it's the Observatory District, Purgatory Square..."
Pierre's expression changed slightly. He seemed to realize that the woman in front of him was not joking, but really didn't remember where she was.
"The observatory district of Trier, the capital of the Republic of Intis, Trier."
He added.
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