Jerry is a sewer worker in Wharton.

Wharton Sewer.

Since the Wharton Sewer was announced in 1839, this great project has saved the entire city of Wharton, and the working environment and sanitary conditions of countless workers have been guaranteed.

Although this is a damp, dark, and dirty place, it is precisely because of it that the workers and poor people in Wharton City do not suffer from illness all day long.

Over the decades, this place has become a part of Wharton, like the blood vessels of Wharton. Together with the east and west districts of Wharton and the ancient Knights' Castle, it has become the flesh and blood of this city.

For modern people, the Wharton Sewer has long been a very common part of their lives, inconspicuous and at the same time vital.

However, some minor problems still occur in Wharton's sewers from time to time. This requires professional sewer workers to investigate the situation. If necessary, professional engineers will even come down to perform repair work.

In normal times, the tasks of sewer workers also include maintaining this place. Just like removing dirt from blood vessels, they are a group of people who keep the blood vessels of Wharton City open.

He has been working here almost since the day the Wharton sewer was successfully built, and now his friends call him old guy Jerry.

Jerry put on his rubber boots and work clothes and opened the door.

The dazzling sunlight made Jerry squint his eyes.

"Father, where are you going?" A woman stood at the door.

The woman is wearing an expensive fur coat, while the old man is wearing simple work clothes. Their styles are in sharp contrast. Everyone who sees this scene will feel that the two should not stand together.

But the only person who is incompatible with everything is the old man himself.

The mansion behind him is luxurious and high-end, and the house is full of various elegant and high-end designs.

There was no one around the place where the two of them were standing, because this was the old man's private estate.

The woman shouted:

"Dad, are you going to the sewer again? Do you know what the neighbors think of me now? I beg you, please don't go to that kind of place again? Our family's reputation will be ruined."

Old Jerry shook his head:

"You won't understand. I already have a relationship with it. If I don't go back and visit from time to time, I will be like a guy who abandons his poor old friend, and self-blame and pain will come to his door."

The woman scolded:

"I don't understand? How many times have I heard your crazy story? How old was I then? You just tell me this story every day. You earned our family's money yourself, not some crazy king of the underworld.

Given! If you continue like this, I will lock you here..."

The old man took a step forward, grabbed his daughter's fur coat, and said in a low voice:

"The clothes are very nice, but don't forget, I gave them to you and your idiot husband, but if I want to take them back, I can let you go to East Wharton to live with those homeless people anytime, anywhere.

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The old man stared at his daughter who dared not speak with fierce eyes:

"Remember, after I die, all my money and property will belong to you, but if you dare to have any crooked thoughts, I guarantee that not only will you not get a cent, but you will have to spit out everything you already have.

come out."

The old man shook his head and walked away.

His daughter no longer wants to believe that he was actually a sewer worker.

This is not surprising, after all, when she was born, her father was already a glamorous and wealthy aristocrat. Not only did he enjoy red wine and venison every day, but a side room was probably larger than an ordinary family mansion.

But he will never forget how he got it all.

The light disappears.

His body relaxed again.

Old Jerry slowly went down the rubbish-covered stairs, and a spacious sewer and sewage river appeared in front of him.

When he first started working as a sewer worker, he didn't understand why a drainage area had to be so spacious, but now he knows, because this is the territory of the underground king.

This is a gift from the king of the earth to the king of the underground, and it is a testimony of friendship.

There was a squeaking sound.

Jerry frowned as he looked at the waves on the water.

Jerry stared intently at the ripples on the water. This phenomenon is not common in this area. Is there a water leak nearby?

Zhizhizhi.

"These little things are scurrying around all day long..." Jerry spat into the smelly sewage, causing a larger wave to cover up the previous movement.

Jerry took two steps, but he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Old guy Jerry raised his hands, flattened them in front of him, and closed his eyes.

He felt it.

Jerry opened his eyes:

"earthquake?"

Waves of water are coming back.

Boom boom boom.

The vibration sound is getting clearer and clearer.

Jerry closed his eyes and frowned as he felt the sound. The roar seemed to be composed of more small and trivial collisions.

The ground, and that soft and hard thing that coexists...

A familiar stench hit my face.

It's a claw.

Jerry turned to look behind him.

His body was completely stiff.

Whether it's the floor, sewage, walls, or even ceilings, they are everywhere.

Endless little ugly things.

Countless small dots of shining red light were densely packed throughout the sewer.

The rats patted the ground with their furry little paws.

Jerry the mouse has seen a lot.

But this time it was too much.

It was overwhelming, and Jerry couldn't understand how these little things that could be seen everywhere could hang upside down and run around on the ceiling and walls.

Jerry was startled.

He lowered his head.

At some point, his shoes were swamped by rats.

A flash of bright red emerged from his trouser legs.

Jerry just watched himself sink slowly.

First his calves, knees, thighs, hips, and waist. Jerry watched his body shrink little by little, but he didn't feel fear or pain.

It's just that my whole body is numb.

It's like there are many small animals crawling all over his body, which is indeed the case.

It's just that these little animals can open their mouths.

Then came the abdomen and chest. Jerry looked at him like a bystander, only half of his neck and head were left, but he was surprisingly calm.

No, it should be said to be peaceful.

He just looked ahead.

Then the shadow appeared at the end of the tunnel.

Jerry's neck has disappeared.

And the shadows are getting closer.

It's a sedan chair.

Jerry's jaw and tongue also disappeared, leaving only his white teeth.

He looked inside the sedan with the excitement of a pilgrim.

Those scarlet blood eyes just glanced at him, and Jerry almost died of excitement.

The rat man wearing the crown shows a look of human contempt, as if nothing in this world is worthy of his care.

I'm right! I'm right! That experience is real!

The Rat King of Lower Wharton!

It was exactly the same as when he saw it forty years ago.

The last bits of skin and flesh dissolved quickly, and the plush balls got into the eye sockets and poured out of the skull.

The Rat King withdrew his gaze from the human skull. He remembered this guy. He was just a young man when they last met.

He shouldn't have been here.

It's just that he doesn't want to disappoint his old friend. This is what the old guy Jerry deserves.

A funeral for the mice.

On top of the sedan.

Above the cement ceiling.

Through mud, sand, bricks, shoe soles.

People come and go, the sun covers everything, this is Upper Wharton.
Chapter completed!