Chapter 324 Sewers Full of Curses

The traces that once existed in the Silverstone Curse Cellar have been completely erased.

No one will be able to notice that above this huge pothole, there was a "power station" that the elves depended on to survive.

For other buildings, only the parts above the ground were roughly leveled. Only in the curse cellar, not even a single gravel was left, and even the part below the ground was cleaned up.

This is a huge cave like a crater, with a diameter of hundreds of meters in the interior alone.

The strange thing is that the people who dealt with the place did not punch a big vertical hole straight from top to bottom, but after leveling the building on the ground, they dug a hole from the entrance and extended downward. .

The further down, the scale of the cave gradually expands... Until the depth of more than 20 meters below the ground, the space reaches the maximum, and the depth has reached the deepest.

Further down...and through the shattered, collapsed floor that shone with azure blue light, the sewers at the bottom of the pit had become dry and full of dust and gravel.

"...looks like a subway exit."

Dove commented on the forum: "At least two floors underground."

"Not two floors."

These words came from Delicious Wind Goose, who was watching the live broadcast quietly, and he answered affirmatively: "It should be the fourth floor. When you first went down, I saw a remnant floor... If the height of each floor is the same, you are now It should be on the fourth basement floor."

"A few floors are fine," Citalopram looked at the sewer hesitantly. "The key is... do you want to go down? There doesn't seem to be anything here."

"...No one has used this place for hundreds of years. Are you still afraid of getting dirty?"

"No, I mean the sewers are too wide. It feels like you can even drive a car and catch shrimpers in it."

Citalopram complained silently: "This familiar shape... I always feel that there may be four muscular turtles with murder weapons drilled out of them."

Dove comforted: "Don't worry, four green turtles really want to jump out, let's eat bouncing turtle soup for supper tonight..."

"I really don't want to go in. I always feel like there will be mice and cockroaches in there..."

Citalopram grumbled.

But to say so,

But after seeing Porphys floating into the sewer, she could only helplessly hold the torch to keep up, and couldn't help but complain: "I haven't come in for so long, is the air here okay? Is there any problem in this sewer? Could there be some gas that would explode on sight of fire?"

"This is not a sealed environment... This place is completely connected to the ground. I apologize to your chemistry teacher."

The four secretly spit out.

Unlike the empty basement, which was completely torn to pieces, the sewers were surprisingly well preserved.

The sewers built by the elves look like huge blood vessels. Go in all directions in the underground world.

The original waterway in the middle has completely dried up, leaving only a shallow layer of dry sand. On both sides of the sewers, there are bulges that are clean and can walk around.

Although the sewers had been dry for a long time, everyone, including Boffis, who had turned into a ghost, moved along the edge of the sewers subconsciously.

Dove was last in order not to be stepped on unconsciously in the dark. Chocolate's body has night vision anyway, and can move normally without citalopram's lighting.

She sniffed the air with a strange expression, rubbed the sand in the middle with her paws tentatively, and put it in front of her face to smell it.

Then her expression became even more strange.

She stretched out her claws and dug into the sand layer in the middle like digging a pit—it was actually more moist soil.

She took another sample and smelled it. Then he rubbed his paws on the ground with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Dove squatted on the spot and thought for a while, then suddenly ran to catch up with the crowd, jumped up lightly, and grabbed the four darkly carved pants in front of him.

Then she jumped twice, lying on Si Anke's shoulders, like a cat-shaped schoolbag.

Si An Mo was taken aback by Dove's sudden action.

But Chocolate is not a small pet cat - Dove cannot squat on Si Anke obediently with her body.

Si Anke could only hug the cat awkwardly, feeling the heavy weight of a bear child.

"What's wrong?"

He whispered to the serval in his arms, "Are you afraid of getting dirty?"

"--no."

Dove let out a pretentious meow and replied calmly on the forum: "I checked the sand in the middle. There is absolutely no smell of greasy, excrement and rot.

"This is a sewer, but no stains can be seen on the walls and ground... Isn't it strange?"

"Maybe it's because the time has passed and the stain has weathered?"

Si Anke followed Dove's gaze and looked at the sewer: "And after hundreds of years, it is impossible for substances that emit odors to exist."

"That would at least leave traces."

Dove responded: "If nothing else, the soil will at least become fertile. But I didn't see any traces of the soil becoming fertile at all... Instead, I checked the traces of the curse.

"In the sand on the surface, the curse has almost dissipated; but the curse can be clearly felt in the deep moist soil. The concentration is close to the atmosphere of the curse when Annan held the ceremony in the warehouse."

"...that's really weird."

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 Boffis directly: "Speaking of which, Bofis... What is this sewer for?"

"...How could I possibly know?"

Boffis turned around, looked at citalopram in a stunned manner, and asked in disbelief, "Do underage girls on your side need to know this kind of knowledge?"

"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 have no way of knowing."

Boffis felt a bit of a headache: "However, if it's just the degree of popularization... I still know that it's used to deal with garbage."

"What garbage? Feces?"

"—Hey! How can you say such dirty words!"

Boffis is surprisingly not very good at dealing with this type of word.

She retorted a little embarrassedly: "How can the feces be discharged into the entrance pipe, so the city stinks too much!"

"...Where does the water here lead to?"

"Of course it's on the ground."

Boffis replied confidently.

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