'If only Sister Lin were here,' Feng He thought. 'She'd have keenly sensed something was off and quickly found a way to deal with it.'
The further they went, the stronger the smell of blood became. Even for an excellent surgeon like Feng He, who could perform several operations back-to-back, the stench of blood here was incredibly thick. It was so nauseating it made her want to vomit.
She walked onward, covering her nose with one hand while keeping the other on the gun at her back, terrified that a mutant beast might suddenly appear and she wouldn't be able to kill it in time.
The deeper they went, the more eerie the atmosphere became.
No one spoke along the way, but Feng He could hear the sound of water dripping onto stone slabs.
Again and again, the relentless dripping was a spine-chilling sound.
Even with so many people accompanying her, Feng He still didn't feel safe.
They had no idea how long they'd been walking when the team finally stopped.
