He Chenguang pondered to himself: was this fog a sign that some dangerous device had been activated, or was it merely harmless steam from a leaking pipe? Regardless, the mysterious mist put him on high alert, and he dared not step into it lightly.
From the passage on the right came the low, rhythmic hum of machinery, like a sleeping giant muttering in its sleep. The sound rose and fell in a steady cadence, vibrating through the floor until they could feel a faint tremor beneath their feet. Every pulse felt like the beast’s own breath, stirring a deep sense of unease.
Wang Luoran gripped the corner of He Chenguang’s jacket so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her fingers digging into his sleeve. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "This sound... it's chilling. Do you think there’s an even worse trap waiting for us?" Her eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, and tiny beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, shimmering like stars under the dim lights as they betrayed her inner panic.
Chapter 373