Three hundred and twentieth chapters full of cursed sewers
All traces of the Silver Stone Curse Vault's past existence have been completely erased.
No one would be able to notice that there was once a "power station" on top of this huge pothole that the elves relied on for survival.
For the other buildings, only the parts above the ground were roughly flattened. Only in the Curse Cellar, not even a single rubble was left, and even the parts below the ground were completely treated.
This is a huge cave like a crater, with the inner diameter alone being several hundred meters.
But the strange thing is that the people who dealt with this place did not dig a large vertical hole straight from top to bottom. Instead, after bulldozing the buildings on the ground, they dug a hole from the entrance and extended it downwards.
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The further you go down, the size of the cave gradually expands...until it reaches a depth of more than 20 meters below the ground, the space reaches its maximum, and the depth has reached its deepest.
Further down... you can see through the broken and collapsed floor shining with azure light, the sewer at the bottom of the pit that has become dry and full of dust and gravel.
"...It looks like a subway exit."
Dove commented on the forum: "It must be at least two floors underground."
"Not two floors."
This came from Yuanfeng Goose, who was quietly watching the live broadcast. He replied affirmatively: "It should be the fourth floor. When you first went down, I saw a remaining floor... If the height of each floor is the same, you are now
It should be on the fourth floor underground."
"No matter how many floors there are," Citalopram looked at the sewer with some hesitation. "The key is... do you want to go down? There seems to be nothing here."
"...No one has used this place for hundreds of years, are you still afraid of getting dirty?"
"No, I mean this sewer is too spacious. It feels like you can even drive a car and catch shrimp in it."
Citalopram complained silently: "This familiar shape... makes me always feel like there might be four muscular turtles holding murderous weapons coming out of it."
Dove consoled her: "Don't worry, if four green turtles really jump out, let's have spring turtle soup for supper tonight..."
"I really don't want to go in, I always feel like there will be mice, cockroaches or something..."
Citalopram muttered.
But having said that, after seeing Porphys floating into the sewer, she had no choice but to hold up a torch and follow her, and couldn't help but complain: "I haven't come in for so long, the air here is fine.
Is there any gas in this sewer that will explode if it sees fire?"
"This is not a sealed environment...it is completely connected to the ground. Apologize to your chemistry teacher."
Si Anqi complained.
Unlike the empty basement that was completely torn into pieces, the sewers unexpectedly retained quite good integrity.
The sewers built by the elves look like huge blood vessels. They extend in all directions in the underground world.
The original water channel in the middle has completely dried up, leaving only a shallow layer of dry sand. On both sides of the sewer, there are dry and quiet bulges that can be walked around.
Although the sewer had dried up for a long time, everyone, including Porphys, who had turned into a ghost, still subconsciously followed the edge of the sewer.
In order not to be accidentally stepped on in the dark, Dove ended up in the last place. Anyway, Chocolate's body has night vision and can move forward normally without the illumination of citalopram.
She sniffed the air with a strange expression, then tentatively rubbed the sand in the middle with her paws, put it in front of her face and smelled it.
Then her expression became even stranger.
She stretched out her paws and dug into the sandy soil layer in the middle like digging a hole. It turned out to be relatively moist soil.
She took another sample and smelled it. Then she rubbed her paws on the ground with a thoughtful expression on her face.
Dove squatted there and thought for a while, then suddenly ran and caught up with the crowd, jumped up lightly, and grabbed the trousers engraved in front of her.
Then she jumped up twice and lay on Si Anqi's shoulder, like a cat-shaped schoolbag.
Si An was startled by Dove's sudden action.
But Chocolate is not a small pet cat Dove, and it is impossible for her body to squat on Si Anke obediently.
Si Anqi could only hug the cat with some embarrassment, feeling the heavy weight that was comparable to that of a naughty child.
"What's wrong?"
He whispered to the serval cat in his arms: "Are you afraid of getting dirty?"
"no."
Dove pretended to meow and replied calmly on the forum: "I checked the sand in the middle. I couldn't smell greasy, excrement or rot at all.
"This is a sewer, but there are no stains on the walls and floors... Isn't it strange?"
"Perhaps it's because too much time has passed and the stains have weathered?"
Si An followed Dove's gaze and looked at the sewer: "And after hundreds of years, it is impossible for substances that give off odor to exist long ago."
"That will at least leave a trace."
Dove responded: "If nothing else, the soil will at least become fertile. But I didn't see any trace of the soil becoming fertile... Instead, I found traces of the curse.
"In the surface sand, the curse has almost dissipated; but in the deep moist soil, the curse can be felt very clearly. The concentration is close to the curse atmosphere when Annan held a ceremony in the warehouse before."
"...Then this is indeed strange."
Si An thought for a while and nodded in agreement with Dove's reasoning.
Citalopram in front also saw the conversation between the man and the cat. She paused and asked Porphis directly without any hesitation: "Speaking of which, Porphis... what is this sewer used for?"
"...How could I possibly know?"
Porphys turned around, looked at Citalopram in shock, and asked with some disbelief: "Do underage girls over there have to know this kind of knowledge?"
"There are cultural differences."
Citalopram said confidently: "Is it normal to know some popular knowledge? And I don't even know what you call this pipeline."
"...Even if you say that, I can't possibly know."
Pofisi felt a little headache: "However, if it is just popularized... I still know that this is used to dispose of garbage."
"What trash? Feces?"
"Hey! How can you say such dirty words!"
Porphys was surprisingly not very good at dealing with this type of words.
She retorted with some embarrassment: "How can feces be discharged into the entrance pipe? That would make the city smell too bad!"