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Chapter 832: Popular Science of Strange Levels

Shen Yu walked without stopping, shuttling through the dim subway station corridor. The lights around him flickered and seemed to be about to go out at any time.

His eyes were sharp, not missing any details, and every step he took was cautious and firm.

Although he did not turn back to wait for Fu Zeyu and Zhao Yuyang, he knew their situation very well.

The thread of fate has already entangled them together, and none of them can stay out of this strange adventure.

Fu Zeyu and Zhao Yuyang continued to walk down. The air became increasingly damp and cold, and every breath was chilly.

Suddenly, a sharp subway roar was heard, like the roar of a demon from the depths of hell, echoing endlessly in the empty passage. The two men subconsciously stopped and looked around vigilantly.

"This voice...why does it feel so wrong?" Zhao Yuyang's voice trembled slightly, and he grabbed Fu Zeyu's arm tightly.

Fu Zeyu didn't answer. His eyes were fixed on the front, trying to catch any possible danger in the darkness. As the whistling sound got closer, a pale light shone from the distance. It was the headlights of the subway car. However, as the subway slowly approached, they found that there was something strange about it.

The carriage windows were covered in dark red stains, like dried blood. The door slowly opened, and a pungent, rancid odor filled the air. Fu Zeyu frowned, a strong sense of unease welling up in his heart. He subconsciously shielded Zhao Yuyang behind him and slowly walked into the carriage.

The carriage was dead silent. The seats were filled with people, but their postures were strange. Some had their heads bowed, their long hair obscuring their faces; others had their bodies twisted into a knot, as if twisted into a pretzel by an invisible force. Fu Zeyu and Zhao Yuyang moved cautiously through the carriage, each step careful not to disturb the "passengers."

At this moment, a "passenger" who had been lowering his head suddenly raised his head, revealing a face without any facial features. The dark eye sockets and mouth were creepy. Then, the other "passengers" also moved. They slowly stood up and surrounded Fu Zeyu and Zhao Yuyang.

"Run!" Fu Zeyu yelled, pulling Zhao Yuyang along and running. They desperately ran towards the exit, followed by the slow but determined footsteps of a group of strange "passengers." After finally getting out of the train, they found themselves on an unfamiliar platform. Strange symbols flickered on the surrounding walls, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

Shen Yu was walking in another passageway, keenly aware of the danger posed by Fu Zeyu and Zhao Yuyang. He stopped, pulled out an ancient talisman from his pocket, and muttered something. The talisman instantly ignited, transforming into a beam of light that vanished into the darkness.

At the same time, Fu Zeyu and Zhao Yuyang were forced to the edge of the platform by a group of strange "passengers." Just as they were about to despair, a ray of light descended from the sky, blocking those strange "passengers" outside. Fu Zeyu and Zhao Yuyang took the opportunity to breathe, knowing that this must be Shen Yu secretly helping them.

In another corner of the subway station, a group of young people in cosplay costumes were still huddled together in fear. Suddenly, a girl discovered a secret door in the wall. She reached out with a trembling hand and slowly pushed it open. Behind the door was a narrow passage, emitting a faint light.

"Should we... go in and take a look? Maybe this is the way out." The girl's voice was filled with a hint of anticipation.