Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

The five left the storage room and headed to the east freight yard under Zhao Dahai's guidance.

Jiang Sicheng divided the team into two groups.

He, Chen Su, and Zhao Dahai were in the lead, responsible for finding and confirming the sewer entrance.

Song Yi and He Yunfan lagged slightly behind, responsible for guarding the rear and flanks.

They left the basement and re-entered the freight yard area.

The sunlight was even stronger than before, shining on the rusty containers and the cement floor, creating a wave of heat that mixed with the stench of corpses and rust, making it suffocating.

Based on his memory, Chen Su walked towards the eastern edge of the freight yard, towards the section of abandoned wall.

The area was overgrown with weeds and piled with scrapped machine parts and construction debris, making it a corner that was indeed easy to overlook.

However, Zhao Dahai, who was leading the way, began to look somewhat uneasy.

He kept glancing left and right, his steps deviating from the direction Chen Su had indicated, muttering to himself, "This way... no, it seems we have to go around that oil tank... hey, this way seems closer..."

At first, Chen Su thought Zhao Dahai was just too nervous, or wanted to show off his familiarity with the terrain by choosing a more convenient route.

But she soon realized something was wrong.

Zhao Dahai led the way further and further away from the east side of the freight yard, instead heading towards the center of the yard, an area filled with huge metal rolls and waterproof tarpaulins.

The terrain there was more complex, and visibility was limited. Moreover, Chen Su remembered that the area was usually strictly managed because it was used to store heavy materials, and ordinary employees rarely went near it, let alone knew about the sewer entrance.

She couldn't help but speak up, "Master Zhao, aren't you going the wrong way? Master Zhang said the entrance should be further east, closer to the wall..."

Zhao Dahai didn't even turn his head, his tone somewhat impatient: "Little girl, you don't understand! That wall over there has been reinforced long ago, and the base is all solid concrete. There's no sewer entrance there. I know a shortcut. Go through this side, there's an old maintenance shaft, and down there is the pipe layer. It's much faster than finding some hidden exit!"

Jiang Sicheng walked to the side without saying a word, but his gaze calmly swept over Zhao Dahai's slightly hurried back, and then looked at the increasingly messy environment with many obstructions around him, a dark look flashing in the depths of his eyes.

He made a slight gesture to He Yunfan, who was not far behind him.

He Yunfan's eyes flashed behind his glasses, and he nodded slightly. Then he slowed down and observed the surrounding movements more carefully.

Chen Su felt increasingly uneasy, but seeing that Jiang Sicheng did not object, she could only suppress her doubts and follow closely behind.

Soon, they arrived at a wasteland in the freight yard.

The area was filled with scrap and broken containers, overgrown with weeds, which almost completely obscured the original path.

"Yes, it should be this way," Zhao Dahai pointed in a direction where the weeds were so thick that the path was almost invisible. "I remember that shaft was behind these weeds, near that abandoned loading dock."

Jiang Sicheng looked in the direction he pointed, said nothing, but simply gestured for Song Yi to clear the way with his machete.

Cursing and swearing, Song Yi swung his knife and hacked at the vines and waist-high weeds, carving out a narrow path that was barely wide enough for a person to pass through.

Chen Su tried hard to recall Master Zhang's description, "The exit was covered by weeds and waste"... it seemed to match.

But the further she went in, the stronger her sense of unease became.

This place is too remote; there are almost no signs of human activity, and the odor in the air... besides the smell of rotting plants, there seems to be a faint... indescribable fishy and putrid smell mixed in?

Jiang Sicheng, who was walking in front, narrowed his eyes slightly, while He Yunfan pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses also slightly fixed.

Only Song Yi was still struggling to clear the way, muttering "this damn place."

They eventually stopped in front of a low-lying area completely covered by dense bushes, with debris piled up around it and covered with tarpaulins.

"Right down here, it's covered by these things."

Zhao Dahai pointed to the low-lying area and said with certainty.

Jiang Sicheng nodded slightly.

Song Yi stepped forward and, together with Jiang Sicheng, quickly began to clear away the covering.

Chen Su wanted to help, but He Yunfan stopped her with a look, signaling her to stay in the back.

The bushes were moved aside, revealing a rusty manhole cover with twisted and deformed edges.

The lid was covered in mud and moss, and it certainly looked like it hadn't been touched for years.

"This is it!" Zhao Dahai's voice carried a barely perceptible urgency. "If you pry it open, you'll see the pipes below! But brother, I really don't think it's necessary to go down; it's definitely blocked..."

Jiang Sicheng ignored his words, squatted down, and carefully inspected the manhole cover and the surrounding ground.

His fingers traced the edge and seams of the lid, then he glanced at the fallen weeds around him, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Pry it open," he commanded curtly.

Song Yi and He Yunfan immediately stepped forward, took out a crowbar, and inserted it into the edge gap of the manhole cover.

The two exerted force simultaneously, "Crack—"

A scraping sound rang out.

The heavy manhole cover was slowly pried open, and a stronger, more pungent stench, mixed with mud and rust, suddenly gushed out from below.

"Cough cough!" Song Yi was caught off guard and choked, quickly turning his head away.

Chen Su also covered her mouth and nose, her stomach churning.

The manhole cover was completely pried open and thrown aside.

Below was a dark, vertical shaft about one meter in diameter, its walls covered with slippery moss and unidentified stains. A rusted iron ladder, almost unrecognizable from its original form, was fixed to the shaft wall, extending downwards into the bottomless darkness.

"See, I told you it was dirty and smelly..." Zhao Dahai muttered under his breath, covering his nose.

As everyone else looked toward the well, he involuntarily took a half-step back.

Just then!

"Ho—!"

"Ugh—!"

A few hoarse growls suddenly came from behind a pile of debris half-covered by a tarpaulin in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, several crooked, ragged figures with bluish-gray, festering skin suddenly lunged out, their drooling, foul-smelling mouths agape, heading straight for Jiang Sicheng at the front and Chen Su beside him.

Zombies!

And there's more than one!

The incident happened suddenly and at a very close distance.

Chen Su felt a dark shadow rush towards her, a foul stench assault her senses, her pupils contracted sharply, her mind went blank, but her body instinctively retreated rapidly.

But her knee was injured, and she was a beat slower than usual. Just then, a zombie's withered, sharp claws were about to grab her shoulder.

In that very instant.

A strong, powerful arm suddenly reached out from the side, grabbed her waist, and pulled her back sharply.

Chen Su felt a powerful force surge through her, causing her to lose her balance. With a cry of surprise, she slammed into a hard, warm chest.

The air was thick with the familiar smell of gunpowder and a cold, masculine scent.

Even through his combat uniform, she could feel his steady, powerful heartbeat and taut muscle lines.

It's Jiang Sicheng!