Shuqi felt the texture under the soles of her feet and pondered for a moment. It felt as if what she stood upon was a living creature, and it was moving very slowly. She paused, her large eyes sweeping around the surroundings with a trace of imperceptible panic.
Very well, pitch black. Even the headlamp she had previously obtained from Tao Xiaotao could not pierce this gloom to bring forth any light. You couldn't even see your own hand in front of your face. She swallowed hard and silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Incantation in her heart.
Shuqi had no idea why she was reciting the Heart-Cleansing Incantation; anyway, she would absolutely never admit that her psychological pressure was through the roof at this moment, or that she was terrified. It was as if she were possessed by Tao Xiaotao—who was mortally afraid of ghosts—trembling in the face of unknown darkness.
Chapter 188