The mycelium held the number 17 key and once again protruded from the iron door. Part of the mycelium was attached to the iron door to detect the position of the keyhole. Another part of the mycelium inserted the key inside. The mycelium was fragile and the strength was limited. More and more mycelium gathered together and the key was finally twisted. There was a click and the lock popped open.

An Zhe grasped the remaining keys tightly and headed to the door next to him. His hands shook a little as he turned the number 18 key. Then the soldier’s flashlight shone onto he keyhole and to the left. The chewing sound stopped completely at this moment.

“My god…” A young man rushed out the door, stumbling. An Zhe didn’t even have time to see his face as he dragged this person over the soldier’s body. The two of them ran to the only safe right corridor. The ground was still trembling, indicating there were more than two of these things under the ground.

Just then, the emergency light in front flashed a few times before being completely extinguished. The front path fell into complete darkness. An Zhe heard Poet next to him gasp a few times. “Don’t look back.”

Still, An Zhe couldn’t help turning his head back. A bug. A black worm as wide as half the corridor.

Its body resembled a snake but it was divided into distinct segments. At this moment, it was emerging from the huge hole in the ground, holding its head up in the direction of An Zhe and Poet. It couldn’t be said that this was the head. It didn’t have any structure of the head, only a round mouthpiece filled with teeth.

Behind it, another identical worm was coming over. Two mouthpieces with dense teeth rubbed against each other, looking at this side in unison. They headed over here, the speed not slow at all. There were only a dozen metres between then and An Zhe could smell them.

Poet gritted his teeth and shouted, “Go!”

However, the ground gave a sharp shake and a huge force threw An Zhe into the wall. There was a sharp pain from his left arm, as if he had hit a deformed iron door. He propped himself up with his arm and Poet pulled him as they ran through the darkened corridor in the direction they remembered. Anything could happen in the dark. Perhaps a third worm would appear in front of them or they might hit a wall because they couldn’t see anything.

—An Zhe really hit the wall. His head slammed into a piece of metal and it hurt. His entire body had hit something. The net moment. something wrapped around his waist, trying to raise him up and standing upright again.

The wall had hands.