Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy-Five [The Strong Sword]
There were two passageways leading to the basement in the hall: one was an added elevator—since this now had turned into an instance, naturally, there was no elevator.
The other was a spiral staircase, built out of slabs of stone. As they walked in, they immediately felt the sinister and damp air hitting their faces.
Chen Xiaolian took a tactical flashlight in his left hand, while supporting Soo Soo with his right hand; the two entered the staircase together.
In the pitch-black environment, only the light from the flashlight was visible, giving off a truly frightening aura. However, both of them had experienced many instances and did not take such childish atmospheres seriously. Soo Soo even curiously reached out to touch the wall.
"It's a bit damp," the girl said as she shook her hand, even wiping it disdainfully on the edge of Chen Xiaolian's clothes. Chen Xiaolian just smiled.
