The surroundings were pitch-black and lonely. Either that, it was quiet and peaceful.
However, if one looked closely, they could see that the streets were covered with the corpses of wild monsters and that the walls were covered in blood. Coupled with this strangely quiet city, it was very difficult to not feel the eerily vibes.
Lin Xuan found a few pieces of mahogany furniture in one of the houses and chopped them all up as firewood. In a real-life instance dungeon where wild monsters were everywhere, it was necessary to live like in the wild.
Following the trail of blood on the street, Lin Xuan was not too familiar with this place. After searching for a long time, he finally arrived at the place where he started.
"I remember that they walked this way..."
Looking left and right, Lin Xuan was a little uncertain of his route. Good heavens, the buildings in this place all looked similar. How could he differentiate them? Should he shout for them?
