A Boeing airplane was gliding through the clouds, passing over Outer Mongolia on its way from Russia to Huaxia.
"Brother-in-law, is there really nothing inside Hell's Gate?" On the way back, Nangong Huang kept asking Suming this question, and even Zhao Yun was somewhat curious.
Suming shook his head, reminiscing about everything that happened at the bottom of Hell's Gate Mine yesterday.
In the legendary gateway to hell, there truly was nothing... or rather, Suming and his companions totally failed to find any supernatural phenomena.
The bottom of Hell's Gate Mine was a vast space, almost like a small square, with many abandoned houses, even laboratories and small power generation equipment.
One could imagine that decades ago, when the mine was still operational, it must have been bustling with lights and the busy activity of Soviet scientists and miners.
But the bizarre incidents from the legends, like devils flying out, agonizing cries, underground magma... were all absent.
