Chapter 69 63: Midnight Snack in Progress

It's Alley No. 5.Xu Xiaoyou immediately made a judgment.

Just like the intelligence described, it was a normal street one second, and suddenly transformed the next second.

That wall completely isolates the block, preventing any sounds from inside from reaching them, and no one knows what is happening inside the wall right now.

This is her first time facing the Nest City mystery, and facing the fear of the unknown, she instinctively wants to turn around and run.

Ignoring the exclamations from the people around, Xu Xiaoyou stepped forward, suppressing that thought, and staring at the impenetrable wall, she slowly reached out her hand.

There was no imagined solid sensation of touching a hard object, nor the coarse graininess of brick and mortar; this feeling was difficult to describe.

Her hand slowly disappeared into the wall in front of her, causing ripples to spread across the wall's surface, with those ripples twisting together to form grotesque, terrifying faces.

It was as if her hand was being inserted directly into the stomach wall of some large creature, with a sticky sensation, this feeling of being enveloped by flesh and blood was very unpleasant as her whole hand was mixed in it.

The people on the street watched in a daze as the blonde girl's body slowly submerged into the wall, eventually merging with it, and completely disappearing before their eyes.

The intense stench almost knocked Xu Xiaoyou out, making her nearly faint.

This wall was much more substantial than it appeared from the outside; inside, there weren't fleshy barriers, but instead, torrents of crimson liquid surged up violently, with her vision almost completely overtaken by dark red.

Suppressing the nauseating churn in her stomach, Xu Xiaoyou groped her way forward.

The ordinary person would easily lose their sense of direction in such an environment, and she was no exception, slowly losing her way inside, almost entirely guided forward by Anya.

Anya's senses were sharp, still able to distinguish the scents in the air in this environment, soon leading Xu Xiaoyou out.

Upon just stepping into Alley No. 5, a pervasive coldness swept over. The sight that greeted her was a sky dyed blood red, an eerie crescent moon, with red tides filling the entire street, almost reaching her calves.

As if in a daze, she found herself transported to an apocalyptic world.

The surroundings were eerily silent, the street desolate, with the several-person-high pill furnace nowhere to be seen.

The Daoist-like Cleaner from earlier was also nowhere to be found, the entire city had become deserted, so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Moving forward in this crimson liquid was like trudging through a swamp, with each attempt to pull her leg out requiring a great deal of effort.

She even wondered if this liquid was some sort of creature's gastric juice, corrosive, with her skin burning upon contact with it.

Clothing, naturally, remained intact; the corrosion of clothes only happened in butter.

The darkness pressed in continuously, with her sight beyond five meters replaced entirely by hazy darkness.

Whispers kept reaching her ears, and the sensation of something crawling up her spine made her a bit horrified, with the slightest movement around her heightening her mental tension.

The most primal fear of humanity is darkness, where prolonged exposure in such an environment would erode mental clarity, especially knowing a bizarre group that delights in dismantling human limbs and fully deployed creatures lurk in the darkness.

She seemed to have kicked something, with a hard shell, in an irregular oval shape.

That thing tumbled through the viscous liquid she kicked it against, making a squelching sound.

Xu Xiaoyou snapped her fingers, and a card appeared in her hand.

The card transformed into light, manifesting as a kerosene lamp she picked up, its dim flame gradually dispelling the surrounding murky darkness.

As the darkness receded, the oval contour on the ground became clear, and a chill shot up her spine!

That was undoubtedly the head of the elder Daoist from before!

At this moment, the lifeless eyes were staring at her, even though they were splattered with fresh blood, Xu Xiaoyou could still discern the last of the fear etched on the face.

Such profound despair.

Xu Xiaoyou forced herself to contain her inner turmoil, looking towards Anya.

Anya displayed no unease or fear, only curiously observing the surroundings. Upon seeing Xu Xiaoyou's discomfort with the head, she stepped forward and kicked it tens of meters away.

Splosh—

The head rolled into the darkness, slowly fading from their sight.

After doing all this, Anya's wolf ears twitched slightly as she approached her side, looking eager for praise.

Xu Xiaoyou's lips twitched slightly.

It was only about two minutes since Alley No. 5 appeared and she stepped into it.

Those armed with guns, fully armed Cleaners vanished like evaporated from the earth, with the street eerily silent.

Judging by this old Daoist's condition, it was likely those people met with misfortune as well.

No matter what, it was a third-tier office, with funds not abundant but at least ample, and it was impossible for them to hesitate in a crisis over a few shots of ammunition.

Their frontal firepower would not lose to the small gangs in chaotic areas; what's more, those Cleaners were far more capable than individual gang members, yet they disappeared like this inexplicably, their disappearance as silent as a stone dropping into a vast lake, without even causing a splash.

What on earth happened in those two minutes...

Xu Xiaoyou's gaze searched around, finally spotting the outline of a long black object, highly conspicuous, beneath a bulletin board pasted with missing person notices in the corner of the street.

She approached and picked it up; it was the automatic rifle left by the elder Daoist.

The gun's body was smeared with gelatinous crimson liquid, and with a shake, Xu Xiaoyou sent a large portion of it scattering downwards.

Pulling the trigger only produced a dull sound, and peering into the barrel revealed it was filled with this gelatinous substance, apparently jamming it at a critical moment.

Through this jammed rifle, Xu Xiaoyou could imagine the desperate expression on the elder Daoist's face at that time.

Such an automatic rifle normally couldn't be maintained by a regular Cleaner. Apart from the ammunition itself being expensive, a single magazine costs far more than the gun itself, not to mention the daily maintenance of the gun's components, which is also a significant expense.

Judging by its model, it was an old military product from Cosmic Heavy Industries, and after so many years, its accuracy was certainly poor. This kind of weapon was fine for low-intelligence jackals, wolves, ghouls, and scattered Cleaner individuals, but facing more troublesome enemies such as those above the Two Tier, probably would not be effective on open grounds.

Now that she had mastered Fireball Bombardment, she possessed long-range capabilities, no longer relying on firearms like before. Precise sniper rifles could be considered, but such an old automatic rifle was no longer useful for her.

Selling it on the black market might fetch a good price.

Thinking this way, Xu Xiaoyou chuckled, like a little money grubber.

Another tool card appeared in her hand, transforming into a travel bag.

She unzipped it, packed it up, zipped it shut, and transformed it back into a card seamlessly tucking it back into the card slot.

Indeed, the tool card drawn last time was very useful!