She propped herself up on her elbows, like a leopard ready to leap, listening intently to the sounds around her.
She was already used to the sounds of the wind and the rustling of the leaves, but at this moment, she caught a hint of something unusual in them.
Those were footsteps, steady and powerful, as if someone was walking towards them step by step.
Or perhaps it's not a person, but some unknown entity, slowly approaching with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"It can't be those evil gods," she thought. "They wouldn't leave the underground prison..."
But there might be other monsters here, even more terrifying ones.
The sound grew stronger in the darkness, like an ominous premonition approaching. A nameless fear welled up in Zhao Yue'er's heart; she realized that the sound was coming from the deep, ancient well.
She involuntarily shivered, and terrifying images flashed through her mind. It was as if something was slowly rising from the abyss beneath the earth, breaking through the endless darkness.
The sound grew louder and louder, like the roar of a demon, sounding particularly jarring in the silent night.
"Could it be that the stone Brother Lin dropped alerted these monsters? Now it's coming up!"
Lin Mo's snoring sounded particularly jarring at this moment, mingling with Zhao Yue'er's rapid heartbeat, making it almost impossible for her to distinguish any other sounds. She strained her ears, trying to catch more clues.
Is that the sound of blood dripping?
Was there a faint, distant clanging of ghostly chains?
Zhao Yue'er closed her eyes tightly and listened more carefully.
Footsteps.
It was definitely footsteps, each one louder than the last, but she couldn't tell how many there were.
The sound echoed in the well, without the sound of dripping water or chains, but there was... a high-pitched, shrill sob, heavy, suppressed breathing, as if a person were in pain.
The footsteps were the loudest.
The footsteps grew closer.
The fire had burned down to a few faint embers, while his friends slept soundly.
She instinctively drew her weapon. "I am a servant of the gods. No one can defeat me except the true gods!"
If you listen carefully, the approaching footsteps are unusually heavy, as if each step carries the weight of a thousand pounds, slowly and hesitantly stepping on the hard stone surface, producing a dull echo that contrasts sharply with the surrounding silence.
It must be enormous.
A nameless fear welled up in Zhao Yue'er's heart, and she couldn't help but recall the chilling legend of the man-eating rat cook.
She subconsciously took a few steps back, but accidentally bumped into Lin Mo behind her.
The latter was instantly awakened from its deep sleep.
No one woke up as quickly as Lin Mo, and no one was as highly alert as him.
Lin Mo didn't make a sound, but simply put a finger to his lips, signaling Zhao Yue'er to be quiet.
He heard the voice, and he could also tell from her face.
Echoing footsteps, faint sobs, heavy breathing.
Without a word, Lin Mo picked up his weapon and walked barefoot quietly toward the well.
The giant wolf also woke up immediately, its eyes gleaming in the darkness.
Suddenly, a piercing wail tore through the night sky, the sound like a sharp dagger stabbing cruelly into Zhao Yue'er's heart.
In the darkness, a gigantic shadow slowly rose, twisting and turning as it crashed into the moonlight, like a monster just crawled out of hell. The terrifying figure appeared even more grotesque and ferocious in the moonlight, and a strong sense of fear surged within Zhao Yue'er, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
The moment Lin Mo saw the monster, he was so shocked that he cursed out, "What the hell is that?!"
Upon closer inspection, the monster was at least fifty meters tall, with a distorted face and a pair of long, deer-like antlers on its head.
Its huge forelimbs have nails as sharp as daggers, and its hind legs are short and thick.
The monster's body appeared to have been stripped of its skin, its exposed muscles twisted and grotesque like gnarled vines. Its bloated back was covered with dozens of holes of varying sizes, as if eroded by some force.
Qi Chen looked at the monster before him and felt a chill run down his spine; goosebumps rose all over his body. His stomach churned violently, as if he were about to vomit up his breakfast.
Because he saw that ugly rats were constantly crawling out of the hole on the monster's back.
Upon seeing this disgusting monster, Lin Mo almost vomited.
"This...this is the Rat Chef?" Zhao Yue'er said, trembling.
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