In the face of the Jiangtan University urban legends, Wu was suppressed by the bus, both in terms of the time of appearance and the help provided, which were very limited. But in the Killer Script, even after the killer stepped on his shadow first, he brutally dismembered the killer. This story had to make Jiang Cheng think deeply.

The only thing Jiang Cheng could think of was that Wu had gained some benefit from that red scroll, which greatly increased his strength and even allowed him to resist the restrictions imposed by the bus to some extent.

In this way, the contents of that scroll were easy to guess.

It was a contract representing a door.

And a very special door.

"What kind of door is it?" Jiang Cheng asked, "Who is the original owner of the door?"

But this time, Number 13 was uncharacteristically stubborn. No matter how Jiang Cheng tried to coerce or lure him, he just lowered his head, his little head drooping, and didn't say a word. In front of Fatty, he couldn't really do anything to this child-like guy.

Jiang Cheng had no choice. This wasn't the place to talk. After Wu left, they lost their most powerful trump card, and there were still Night Watchmen watching nearby. He called Fatty Zhou Ze and told them to leave quickly.

Fatty wanted to carry Number 13, but Zhou Ze beat him to it, "Let me do it."

After all, the other party had saved him. Zhou Ze thought of another benefactor wearing a cowboy hat being captured by the shadow, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

After simply identifying the direction, Jiang Cheng decided on a path, "Follow me."

...

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

Crisp, undisguised footsteps echoed. Wu walked slowly, in a space similar to a tunnel, with hard, damp rock walls on both sides.

The entire cave was filled with a faint light. Mobile phones of various shapes were embedded in the rock walls, their screens emitting light. As far as the eye could see, it seemed to stretch on forever.

Behind these phones were hands, and the owners of the phones were also embedded in the rock walls, in various inconceivable poses. Some were lucky enough to have half of their bodies exposed, while others were left with only half a face.

The people on the rock walls were motionless, their eyes slightly open, and no signs of life could be seen.

The bar ceiling certainly couldn't look like this. He was in another space, this was that guy's lair, and these people embedded in the walls were all that guy's food.

Somewhat similar to the way most spiders build webs to catch prey.

The corners of Wu's mouth unconsciously turned up, his interest in that guy growing stronger.

But not long after he passed, the bodies on both sides of the road he had walked changed silently. The eyelids of the slightly opened eyes did not move, but the eyeballs slowly rotated, staring fixedly at his back.

Wu continued to walk forward as if he didn't know anything.

Slowly, the corpses on the wall became restless, and dark shadows emerged from the corpses, quietly following behind Wu.

The shadows were grotesque, and their movements had broken away from the category of humans. Some crawled on the walls on all fours, while others hopped along like zombies.

It could be seen that these shadows were very interested in Wu. Although they couldn't see the shadows' eyes, they could smell a resentful and jealous scent from them, as if they wanted to keep Wu here forever, embedded in the rock wall, just like them.

Finally, under the instigation of a group of shadows, a shadow that looked very brave stood out.

The shadow first approached Wu to a distance of about 3 meters behind him, and then waved his claws at Wu a few times in the air. After realizing that Wu had no reaction, he felt relieved, then began to squat down and gather strength. Immediately afterwards, like a frog, he suddenly pounced towards Wu, opening his mouth wide in mid-air, looking like he was about to swallow half of Wu's body in one bite.

But the next second, Wu suddenly turned his head without warning, his body continuing to move forward, only his head rotated 180 degrees, and then his mouth opened at an unimaginable angle.

"Thump!"

The shadow in mid-air had no time to react and jumped directly into Wu's mouth.

In the shocked eyes of the group of shadows, Wu turned his head again, not even looking at the other shadows behind him, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

When Wu walked to a bend, he glanced sideways in the direction he had come from, and found that it was clean behind him. Not only were the shadows that had been closely following him gone, but even the gravel along the way had been picked up.

The faces embedded in the wall closed their eyes tightly, as if afraid that others wouldn't know they were completely dead.

Wu withdrew his gaze and looked at the face closest to him. This was a young man in his early twenties, whose appearance was not pleasing. The slightly exposed bangs looked like they had been styled with hairspray, parted to the left and right.

Perhaps sensing Wu's gaze, the young man's brows couldn't help but furrow, and his eyes closed even tighter.

Wu used the scabbard to poke the young man's forehead, gently helping him smooth out his furrowed brows, "You've been here for so long, you should know which road in front can find that guy."

Wu had no mood to waste time with them, but after walking out of this passage, the scene in front of him was like a maze, with rock caves of various sizes everywhere, up, down, left, and right.

His previous feeling was correct, this was like a spider's nest magnified countless times.

He could find the correct path by himself, but it would take time.

He could wait, but Jiang Cheng outside couldn't.

The young man widened his terrified eyes and opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

After noticing that Wu's face was getting worse and worse, the young man's eyes glanced to the right, as if signaling him to look.

At the same time, a text message interface popped up on the screen of a mobile phone on the right, and then quickly typed out a line of words: "Big brother, I'm new here, I really don't know the way!"

Later, the typo "way" was deleted and corrected to the correct "road," and the young man showed Wu an apologetic smile.

"Who has been here the longest?" Wu gradually lost patience, "Point him out to me."

A illusory shadow spread out from the young man's body, replacing the young man in answering. The shadow first shook his head, and then both hands waved, looking like he would rather be killed than betray his teammates.

The faces of the people nearby all secretly opened their eyes a crack, peeking at the situation here. If the situation allowed, they would all give the young man a thumbs up, praising him as a good brother.

Wu's eyes looked at the young man's mobile phone, where the old information had been deleted, and a new message was eagerly displayed: "Big brother, look at my right, third row from the top, second from the bottom, the one with the red scarf!"

Wu let go of the young man and quickly found the person mentioned in the text message, an old man. The moment their eyes met, the old man felt terrible.