The thirty-ninth fortress, lower level.
Liu Lang's blacksmith shop had recently become deserted, with everyone in the lower level trapped in a state of panic.
The frequent disappearance of a large number of people was one thing, but the patrols coming door to door to search was another.
Such circumstances had persisted for almost a month.
Under the pervasive anxiety, the efficiency of mining also declined.
It was common to hear team leaders from the mining area venting their frustrations and complaints at Liu Lang's place, and Liu Lang would just chuckle in response.
After all, he too had only been released not long ago.
Due to the demonic child invasion incident, many old miners who had associations with certain individuals had been taken in for questioning, until an event over twenty days ago, after which everyone was released back.
But Liu Lang, just as familiar with the lower level as Tang, had noticed something else.
