The Martial Saint of the Defiled World

Deep inside the tunnel, Jiang Shaosheng was slowly making his way forward, supporting himself against the wall.

A faint roar came from behind him, which immediately relaxed his tense nerves.

Of the three paths, as long as that bastard chooses the wrong one, I'll be relatively safer.

But this won't last long.

Jiang Shaosheng knew very well that he couldn't relax now; he had to leave this place as soon as possible.

He calmed his breathing and continued deeper into the tunnel.

The tunnel was quiet, with only Jiang Shaosheng's own footsteps echoing inside.

He gripped the old dagger tightly in one hand, taking each step with utmost care.

They walked about ten steps.

[Danger Instinct] is triggered again.

A chill ran up his spine, making the back of his neck feel cold.

Jiang Shaosheng suddenly stopped in his tracks, rooted to the spot.

dangerous.

And it's nearby.

But he couldn't find out exactly where it was right away.

Jiang Shaosheng held his breath and slowly scanned his surroundings.

Ahead was a bluestone path, on both sides were cold walls, and above was a dark dome.

I can't see anything, everything seems normal.

But the feeling of palpitation was so real that it made the back of his head go numb.

Jiang Shaosheng slowly squatted down, picked up a piece of gravel from beside his feet, and threw it forward.

The pebble landed on the bluestone slab, rolled twice, and hit the base of the wall.

Nothing happened.

He picked up a larger piece and threw it overhead.

Thud. The pebble hit the top, bounced off, and rolled to his feet.

Nothing happened.

Jiang Shaosheng frowned.

Not under your feet, not above your head, it's...

His gaze fell on the walls on both sides.

Jiang Shaosheng pulled out an old dagger, held his breath, and slowly probed the tip of the knife into a loose brick seam on the right-hand wall in front of him.

The moment the tip of the knife touched the brick, a chill ran down the blade!

Jiang Shaosheng abruptly withdrew his hand and took two steps back.

He stared intently at the brick.

A faint black line, thinner than a hair, was visible through the cracks in the brickwork; it was practically invisible unless you got very close.

Triplet.

What is this line connected to?

Poison needles or some other mechanism?

Jiang Shaosheng didn't want to know.

He carefully went around the thin line.

After walking past, he looked back.

The brick was quietly embedded in the wall, looking no different from anything around it.

If he hadn't tested the waters first, he would have walked right over there, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Jiang Shaosheng dared not linger and continued walking forward.

There were traps set up in this tunnel.

Who built this place?

Fuchang Warehouse, or to go even deeper, what secret is that Manager Qian hiding?

Questions swirled in his mind, but he had no time to think about them.

After walking a few dozen more steps, that chilling sense of crisis returned.

Jiang Shaosheng stopped again.

He continued to scout the way by throwing stones, as usual.

Whether it's the top of my head, the walls on either side, or the floor, throwing stones at it has no effect whatsoever.

strangeness.

He frowned and stood still, carefully observing everything around him.

Where exactly did the problem lie?

Jiang Shaosheng tried to move forward half a step, his toes lightly touching the ground.

The sense of unease suddenly intensified!

He immediately withdrew his foot and stared intently at the bluestone slab.

The stone slab looked no different from its surroundings; it was flat, clean, and without any unusual features.

The problem is, when I threw the stone, it clearly rolled over the stone slab and nothing happened.

Jiang Shaosheng stared at the stone slab for a long time before finally discovering the problem.

The gaps at the edge of the stone slab are slightly deeper than those on the sides. This depth is sufficient for the slab to sink under stress.

It is a pressure-activated mechanism.

The pebbles are too light to trigger anything, but it's a different story when a person steps on them.

Jiang Shaosheng felt another layer of cold sweat on his back.

He hugged the base of the wall and, using his toes, shuffled along the very edge of the stone slab.

Each step was taken very lightly.

After walking over, he let out a long breath.

Jiang Shaosheng walked slower and slower on the road ahead.

He stopped every three steps and paused every five steps, constantly probing.

Along the way, he discovered several more traps.

In particular, there was one spot where the ground, the ceiling, and the walls on both sides were all unharmed.

He stood there stunned for a long time before noticing a darker-colored bluestone slab in the corner.

The stone slab was damp.

It looks remarkably like some kind of toxic liquid.

As soon as you step on it, the venom will seep into your skin through the sole of your shoe.

He bypassed the stone slab and walked along the base of the wall.

Jiang Shaosheng was increasingly speechless.

These traps are more insidious and more vicious than the last.

Gravity, tripwires, pressure, even the air itself is fraught with danger.

The people who designed these traps never intended for anyone who broke in to leave alive.

Jiang Shaosheng was now certain that the man in black who caught up would suffer a great loss.

They have a "danger instinct" that can provide early warnings.

But they only knew there was danger, not where it lay, and had to test every step of the way themselves.

That guy doesn't have that ability.

Given his furious and reckless state, he probably won't get very far before he meets his end here.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shaosheng's tense nerves relaxed.

He didn't know how long he had walked; his physical and mental strength were greatly depleted.

Just when he felt he was about to give up, a glimmer of light appeared ahead.

The light was dim, as if it were seeping through cracks, but it was particularly conspicuous in this dark tunnel.

exit!

Jiang Shaosheng's spirits lifted, and some strength returned to his exhausted body.

But he didn't rush over. After walking for so long, he had learned his lesson; the closer he got to the exit, the more likely there were traps.

He slowed his pace and continued to tentatively move forward.

Sure enough, when they were still more than twenty steps away from the light, the [Danger Instinct] alerted them again.

The trap was cleverly hidden, not far from the exit, on an ordinary bluestone slab.

As usual, Jiang Shaosheng threw stones to test the waters; the stones rolled over without incident.

But he didn't relax; he squatted down and gently poked the stone slab with a shovel.

Just as the tip of the knife touched the edge of the stone slab, a slight clicking sound came from above.

Jiang Shaosheng felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly took two steps back and looked up.

There's something on my head.

That touch just now triggered the mechanism, but because it was only a light touch with the tip of the knife, the force was insufficient and the mechanism was not fully activated.

He didn't know whether what was hanging above his head was falling rocks, poisoned needles, or barbed wire.

No matter what it is, he doesn't want to try it himself.

Jiang Shaosheng huddled close to the wall, inching his way over.

He kept his eyes fixed on the darkness above him, gripping the dagger tightly, ready to retreat at any moment.

Three steps.

Two steps.

step.

He stepped over the stone slab and walked into the light.

Looking back, the stone slab in the tunnel lay there quietly, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Jiang Shaosheng let out a long breath and realized that his hands were trembling.

He turned around and walked toward the light.

The further you walk, the brighter the light becomes, and the passageway widens.

Finally, Jiang Shaosheng walked out of the narrow passage, and a huge underground space appeared before him.

When he saw what was in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but gasp.