The monster in his arms was still trembling. A long time ago, he dragged the seriously injured An Ze back to the cave in a similar manner. He knew that the hole in front of him definitely wasn’t the one in the past but he strangely felt that time and fate overlapping with each other and he was walking down that road again.

However, once he stood at the entrance of the so-called cave, he finally believed in Lu Feng’s judgment.

This hole wasn’t a common irregular opening. It was vaguely arched. This was an abandoned building squeezed into the current shape for the raised ground. There were indeed some ruins of human cities in the Abyss. There were various buildings with different functions in the ruins. In the past 100 years, the creatures of the Abyss had grown and spread in them.

They walked in and there was only darkness with the occasional fluorescence of plants. An Zhe put the monster down and placed the flashlight in the right position. The flashlight lit up a limited space. It was a wide hall with decaying furnishings. It seemed to be a church with mottled walls and traces of monsters living there. However, it seemed to have been abandoned a long time ago.

There was the sound of a carapace moving against stone as the injured and dying monster moved five centimeters toward them. An Zhe reached out and touched the fluff on its feet. The monster’s head turned. There were no mammalian pupils in the insect’s compound eyes. It was difficult to recognize the focus of its vision but An Zhe knew it was looking at him.

Why was it watching him? What was it thinking? What type of feelings would the monster with five eyes have when it was dying? An Zhe didn’t know that the white mycelium was creeping up the monster’s body and gently covering its deepest wound.

The feet moved like it was approaching An Zhe but the next moment, its body didn’t move. It was going to die.

An Zhe looked at it but didn’t take back his mycelium. There seemed to be a gaze coming from the side. He turned his head and found Lu Feng leaning against a dilapidated pillar in the church hall, arms folded and eyes directed here, watching An Zhe’s every move.

Lu Feng asked, “Do you do this often?”

“Sometimes.” An Zhe answered while folding his arms.

He knew what Lu Feng was asking. If he met an injured creature in the Abyss, he would drag it back. Occasionally, a seriously injured creature would survive because he got it into a safe cave. Most of the time, it was seriously injured and would die.

The same was true of An Ze.

Lu Feng was still watching him. “Did you have any awareness by then?”