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Riding on Little Wolf, Wang Chao descended the long and deep staircase. In the distance, there was a faint light, the kind that emitted a dim yellow glow. He wondered who had built this underground space. At the end of the staircase was the first level of the basement. Wang Chao looked around and saw a narrow corridor that could only accommodate one person, flanked by iron cages on both sides.
At that moment, the iron doors of the cages were wide open. As Wang Chao approached, he noticed various pits in the walls, some deep and some shallow. Even before getting closer, a foul odor wafted out, making it clear that this was where those monsters were kept. Were these monsters captured by Gao Rui? If so, just how powerful was Gao Rui? He must be at Platinum Level; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to capture those creatures.
Wang Chao was surprised by Gao Rui's strength. No wonder Dean Wang had confidently asserted that Gao Rui must have found a way to survive after all this time.
As Wang Chao walked further, he saw a long staircase every few steps. He realized that between every two cages, there was a staircase. Moreover, each pair of staircases had barriers; the monsters in the first two cages could only ascend via Staircase One, while those in Cages Three and Four could only use Staircase Two. It seemed there was some special arrangement at play.
However, the barriers at the cages were also iron doors with large iron bolts on top, making it nearly impossible for monsters to open them. Even if they charged at them, they likely wouldn't break through. But for humans, it was easy enough to pull down and then forcefully open them. This indicated that these barriers were designed to keep the monsters separated and ensure they exited from designated areas rather than causing chaos.
Wang Chao speculated about the intentions of whoever designed these cages but concluded that they must have been created by Gao Rui. Aside from him, there likely wasn't anyone else in this area with such capability and strength. Since those monsters had already rushed out, the long corridor was now devoid of any creatures; it was just Wang Chao and Little Wolf walking quietly together.
The corridor was straight with occasional intersections. With his eyes closed in thought, Wang Chao realized that the layout mirrored the roads above ground. This ensured that each cage corresponded to a specific bedroom above. However, the mechanisms on the surface were likely located on beds or cabinets, which would differ significantly.
As he opened one iron door after another and continued down the path, Wang Chao thought that even if he searched each one individually, he would surely find Gao Rui eventually. Looking up, he could only see exposed wires and nothing else. Frustrated, he muttered to himself about the lack of any signs.
After walking a few more steps, Wang Chao suddenly felt an intense itch on his back—the spot where he had been struck by a monster's tongue earlier. It felt as if barbs from its tongue had pierced his skin. Ignoring it for now, he pressed on with Little Wolf by his side. As they walked further into this underground space, it became apparent that there was more to these monsters than met the eye. Numbers and colors were scrawled on the walls like some sort of markings.
Continuing his search, Wang Chao found that other areas were not much different; they seemed to be divided into five colors: black, yellow, blue, green, and red. The numbers written alongside them were long strings that made no sense to him—he couldn't discern any pattern or meaning behind them at all. Colors... eyes? The thought suddenly crossed his mind.
The first monster he had seen had blood-red eyes. When it crashed through the wall, he caught sight of several pairs of irises in various colors—red, yellow, blue, green—truly a spectrum of hues. One might think these monsters were wearing colored contact lenses! Did these colors represent their pupils? But what difference did it make between pupil color and the monsters themselves?
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he continued forward.
"Over there, Little Wolf." After passing through an intersection, Wang Chao suddenly noticed a corridor that was different from the others. Every few steps along this corridor, there was an iron door, and behind several of these doors was a valve door that looked heavily fortified and guarded, far more so than the other areas.
Little Wolf nodded and walked straight towards it, opening each iron door one by one. Finally, Wang Chao arrived at the glass valve door. Forcing it open revealed a transparent glass passageway. Behind it was another air valve door, but he couldn't see what lay beyond it. Unbidden, memories of various scenes from Resident Evil flooded Wang Chao's mind.
That would be the Laser Weapon, but finding it in this place wouldn't be easy; he must have been overthinking things.
However, after taking just a few steps, Wang Chao felt a growing pain in his back, as if his wound were about to split open at any moment. He vaguely sensed that something was off—could the monster's attack have some sort of lingering damage? He reached back to touch his wound and found that the blood had changed color, taking on a yellowish hue. Had it already begun to fester?
But since the wound was on his back, Wang Chao couldn't see its condition clearly. This time, his self-healing ability seemed ineffective; the pain in his back was unbearable. At this point, he had no choice but to lean against Little Wolf's back. Yet even Little Wolf seemed unsteady now; something was wrong—not just with Wang Chao's wound but with the passage itself.
Wang Chao shouted in alarm and tried to turn back, but at that moment, Little Wolf collapsed to the ground. No matter how much Wang Chao slapped him, Little Wolf couldn't get back up. There had to be some unknown anomaly in this place; the passage was transparent yet enclosed—it must be an issue with the air. Realizing this, Wang Chao drew his Panlong Blade and attempted to cut several slits in the glass passageway to let fresh air in.
However, as he swung the Panlong Blade against the glass, he found himself utterly exhausted and weak. Even wielding the blade capable of cutting through iron like mud, he struggled to make any significant cuts in the glass. His head grew heavy and his eyes began to close; it felt as if he might faint at any moment.
The Panlong Blade fell to the ground, and just before Wang Chao lost consciousness, a thought struck him.
Gao Rui—his uncle's biologist and chemist—this time he truly had dug his own grave!
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