Chapter 72 Hell’s Terminal

Author: Youdaoyan

Chapter 72 Hell’s Terminal

Ha ha……

Walking in the underground passages filled with peristaltic arteries, Xin Junmao tensed up and carefully observed his surroundings. However, in this secluded and closed underground world, the sound of his breathing that he tried to suppress became particularly obvious.

Xin Junmao didn't dare to stop. He had a feeling that as long as he stopped for a second, the sinister creatures lurking in the dark would swarm out. This sense of panic forced him to continue moving forward. Of course, he actually didn't have the courage.

Staying in this devastated world for too long.

"Will the people from the mysterious team be here?" Xin Junmao thought to himself. He didn't know if the mysterious agents had come underground to explore and investigate. When he thought that he might have missed the chance to meet them, he felt as uneasy as bacteria.

Madness breeds.

Smelling the stench of the underground ditch, from time to time I heard the sounds of those sneaky and ugly underground creatures, such as maggots, rats, toads and the like moving nearby. The wind was gusty and the moisture spread all over, making people feel a raw sensation on the soles of their feet.

cold.

Maybe he was too nervous, or maybe the illusion he saw with his "eyes" made him conjure up sounds in this world that didn't exist. After gradually losing his sense of the underground rats crawling around, he filled his ears instead.

It was a low murmur.

In those strange murmurs, he heard pious emotions, like fanatics reciting the Bible of Death at midnight mass, or evil monks ringing the verses of death in pale joyful events...

Those unclear-meaning sounds were tempting him toward depravity, like nails driven from the top of his skull, eroding his brain bit by bit.

Whenever he could no longer hold on any longer, Xin Junmao would take out a soapstone comb, as if he was holding an exorcism weapon against the invisible demons in front of him, trying to intimidate and drive away the hidden evil, and at the same time expel the haze in his heart.

with fear.

Whoosh whoosh——

He didn't know how long he had been moving forward, but the scenery in front of him was almost unchanged. There were twisted flesh and blood vessels everywhere, and they were all scarlet. He didn't even know if the route he was heading was correct, but when he walked somewhere ahead, he heard the train.

He suddenly woke up from the sound of speeding by on the railroad tracks, and realized that there should be a subway underground passage not far from him.

He shivered inexplicably, and then decided to follow the direction of the sound of the railroad tracks and turned into the branch road near the sound.

"Please, please show up as a normal person." Xin Junmao no longer expects to meet the mysterious group of elusive people. He only hopes to see at least an ordinary person so that he can at least have someone to talk to.

Walking faster and faster, Xin Junmao started running. He thought to himself, maybe there was an ordinary subway platform in front of him, and he would walk through a gate and return to the human world.

Everything seemed to come true. Xin Junmao saw a metal door ajar in front of him. He ran up the steps, pushed open the door, and arrived at a subway platform.

But after arriving at the platform, Xin Junmao suddenly knelt down on the ground with a look of shock on his face. His eyes were more bloodshot after being deprived of sleep for several consecutive nights. He saw the word "Paradise" written on the road sign of this platform, which caught his eye.

But it was all a miserable situation comparable to hell.

This is indeed a platform, but it is also the terminal station of hell that humans are forbidden to set foot on. Its so-called paradise is limited to those madmen and abnormal creatures who have lost their sanity and moral integrity. This is where those evil and dark things worship the gluttony of alien gods.

The entrance to a woman's residence is the starting point of her underground kingdom.

A subway train was very close and stopped next to Xin Junmao, but the cold temperature and bloody smell emanating from the subway kept him away. He raised his head tremblingly, and vaguely saw a spring of water coming from the end of the train.

Blood flowed out, and a figure with a familiar outline fell on the cold ground.

Xin Junmao mustered up the courage to step forward. When he saw a familiar pale face lying in a pool of blood, he finally couldn't help but slip down due to his fear and sat on the ground in embarrassment.

Zhang Xiaoxiao, he still remembered the female college student he met in the subway duty room that day. She had a fresh and beautiful face and a well-proportioned figure. But compared to her appearance, her timid but warm-hearted and kind personality made her even more distraught.

It makes people feel good and makes a deep impression.

But such a girl who had a bright future and lived in the flower season died tragically in front of him at this moment. The cold death whiteness and solidified blood stained her cheeks, and a huge hole was cruelly opened in her chest.

The subway doors opened and closed like this, desecrating her dead body, leaving purple and black marks on her slender waist.

Staring directly into those lifeless eyes, Xin Junmao could only read deep despair and sadness.

He suppressed his sadness and looked at the carriage where Zhang Xiaoxiao died. The bloody and horrific scene inside still made him collapse and vomit uncontrollably. In just a moment, he imagined Zhang Xiaoxiao's life.

What kind of horrific and horrific incident did he experience?

It wasn't until Xin Junmao vomited out all the bitter water and had nothing left to vomit that he finally lay on the ground exhausted.

He scratched his hair, feeling pain in his heart. He didn't know why he was going through this. He had committed some unforgivable crime in his previous life, or had done something wrong and outrageous in this life.

He is obviously just an ordinary person, a person who once struggled to survive with a confused future... But now, he lives like an evil spirit who has been sent to hell, unable to escape even if he wants to.

Xin Junmao choked up a few times, but found that he was so sad and desperate that he could no longer shed a few tears. His dull eyes swept over Zhang Xiaoxiao's body, thinking: Maybe, death is really a kind of relief.

Xin Junmao began to calm down, and it was at this time that he noticed the backpack that Zhang Xiaoxiao had been supporting with both hands until his death.

"Why is this backpack intact?" Xin Junmao sniffed, stepped forward, said sorry to the dead Zhang Xiaoxiao, and snatched the backpack from his stiff fingers.

Zhang Xiaoxiao had a thick and sharp object pierced through her chest and back. If she had experienced danger before her death and there was nothing around her, even if she did not use her backpack as a weapon to fight back, she would at least use it as a shield.

With the shield in front of him, no matter what, the backpack should not be intact like it is now.

Xin Junmao guessed that Zhang Xiaoxiao had something important stored in her backpack, so she had to protect it.

After opening the zipper of the backpack, Xin Junmao only saw things in the backpack that a female college student might normally carry. Other than that, the only thing that looked more expensive was the tablet computer that the other party carried.

He took out one thing after another, and then with a surprised look, he took out a simple and yellowed book from Zhang Xiaoxiao's backpack.

""Miscellaneous Notes on the Transformation of Fishes", written by Mr. Ye..." Xin Junmao opened the page and immediately jumped to the place where Zhang Xiaoxiao had stored his bookmarks. He also read about the strange legend about the "ghost sea shark".
Chapter completed!