Yan Junze walked very slowly.
The disarray of the objects around here virtually blocked the way in, forcing him to either squeeze by sideways or to climb to the top before figuring out a way down.
It took nearly twenty minutes to get over this "mountain." His breath was sowhat unsteady.
Yan Junze stopped to rest for a while, then shone his flashlight ahead.
But with just one look, he was shockingly stunned.
There was no way forward.
The underground space in Mountain Park was only this big!
Behind this side of the storage was a solid wall covered with copious moss and parts of the wall soaked through with water.
There was no other space.
Yan Junze believed that beyond this wall lay the unexcavated mountain.
"What’s going on?"
Unwilling to give up, he took out both flashlights and began searching every corner.
Soon, he noticed sothing unusual beneath a pile of stacked wooden boxes, but to get a closer look, he had to move these boxes first.
The boxes were stacked quite high, about one Junze-head taller than Junze himself.
He found a sowhat sturdy chair to stand on, inspected the contents of the boxes, and jumped with surprise—damn it, a box full of rusty screws.
No choice, even if it was heavy, he had to lift it down to move it.
But it would have taken an indefinite amount of ti to do it alone; he didn’t believe he could lift a wooden box full of screws by his arm strength alone.
After so thought, Yan Junze released the Crawler Monster.
Upon coming out, the creature maintained its usual dumbfounded expression, its parting hair more obvious since it seed to have grown even more hair, and its face had beco much rounder and its skin not as saggy.
Pointing at the stacked boxes, Yan Junze said, "Move all these boxes aside as quickly as possible."
The Crawler Monster looked up at the boxes, swaying its parted hair as it raised its head, and Yan Junze watched this scene, clenching his teeth silently, suppressing the urge to beat the crap out of it.
Then the creature’s bifurcated tongue shot out, wrapped around the topmost box of screws with ease, and moved it to the ground.
Yan Junze had long suspected that both of his Lockdown strangenesses had a special skill—Tongue Skill.
Long-tongued Zhenzhen was like this, and so was the Crawler Monster.
Of course, their attack focuses were different. The Crawler Monster’s tongue was nimble, favoring soft types of attacks like wrapping, rolling, tossing, etc.
On the other hand, Long-tongued Zhenzhen was straightforward. Her tongue attacks focused on striking and piercing attacks, lacking flexibility, but her destructive power was imnse.
If Yan Junze were to release Long-tongued Zhenzhen now, it wouldn’t be just about moving boxes; she would smash them to bits with her long tongue, scattering screws everywhere, solving the problem with brute force.
Within monts, the Crawler Monster had moved all five wooden boxes aside with its forked tongue, showing stunning efficiency and without asking for any compensation—truly intern material.
Yan Junze felt quite gratified.
However, there was one thing hard to accept; every ti the creature moved a box with its tongue, it would unconsciously toss its parted hair, which almost made Yan Junze lose the urge to wield his own club.
After moving the last wooden box, the Crawler Monster imdiately looked towards Yan Junze, seemingly fishing for praise.
But the next second, its gaze shifted, focusing on a black hole near the corner where the box had been moved away from.
The hole was roughly the size of a car tire, and even though it was obscured by the wooden box, one could still make out its general shape. It was the oddity behind the box that Yan Junze had noticed just now.
As the Crawler Monster looked at this hole, it imdiately displayed a look of horror on its face and quickly turned around, frantically crawling towards Yan Junze as if it was fleeing from sothing.
Of course, Yan Junze had no idea that the Crawler Monster was just slow to react, and it wasn’t until the entire hole beca visible that it sensed danger.
anwhile, the creature waiting outside the Underground Space’s gate had sensed it the mont it approached the gate. From this point of view, its sensitivity outclassed the Crawling Corpse by miles.
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But it was already too late.
When the Crawling Corpse was about three ters away from Yan Junze, it suddenly jerked as if sothing had grabbed it from behind, then its mouth opened in a silent scream before it was whooshed into the hole.
Following that, there were thumping noises emanating from the hole, cascading downwards into an unknown depth, then silence ensued.
Yan Junze watched the scene in complete bewildernt, as things had happened too suddenly and too swiftly for him to react.
Moreover, he had clearly noticed that just before the Crawler Monster was dragged into the hole, there was nothing behind it, as if a sucking force had suddenly appeared and pulled it inside.
At that second, Yan Junze had no doubts that this creature’s fate after entering the hole was more likely to be grim than fortunate.
No, after a brief mont of thought, he couldn’t let this creature with its love for a side parting simply perish here.
Yan Junze activated Rewind.
The rewind ti was set to the mont just before the second-to-last wooden box was moved by the Crawling Corpse.
"That’s it."
As the Crawling Corpse was about to use its forked tongue to move the last wooden box, Yan Junze imdiately spoke up to stop it.
"Didn’t you have any premonition of sothing terrifying?" Yan Junze asked curiously, staring at it.
The Crawler Monster still looked confused, turning its head to look around before shaking its head.
"Forget it, being slow-witted must be your motto, and a side parting your unique signature. Co inside first," Yan Junze said, resignedly incorporating the Crawling Corpse into the Atlas in advance.
The final box was no longer an obstacle for him.
That wooden box, still filled with a heavy load of nails, screws, and such, was too heavy to lift and had to be dragged along.
After so effort, Yan Junze dragged the box aside, revealing the entire hole in the corner of the wall.
Considering the earlier encounter of the Crawler Monster, he didn’t approach imdiately but stood at a distance, carefully feeling the environnt, and discovered it seed there was no anomaly.
Perhaps this hole only posed a danger to the strangenesses. After waiting a mont to be sure of safety, Yan Junze slowly approached the hole, lay down, and shone a flashlight inside.
The inside appeared to be very deep, and there was a slight incline, as it seed to curve after less than five ters, obscuring the end from view.
Hesitating for less than five seconds, Yan Junze set his backpack down, equipped himself with a flashlight, lighter, and a crowbar, and crawled into the hole.
The diater of the hole was roughly that of a car tire, spacious enough for Yan Junze to crawl through, although a backpack would have been cumberso to bring along.
The surroundings remained damp, and Yan Junze’s clothing was soon soaked by moisture, but he didn’t linger, quickening his pace as he crawled through the tunnel, turning several bends with no end in sight under the flashlight’s beam.
After crawling further, the space seed to narrow slightly, instilling an indescribable sense of oppression.
At that mont, Yan Junze abruptly stopped, raised his head, and shone his flashlight ahead.
There, lying in front of the tunnel, was soone faced towards him but with their head bowed down, utterly motionless.
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