Spare Me, Great Lord!

Chapter 439: Lu Shu’s Markings

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Inside the walls, it was complex and overlapping. Despite the chilly darkness, the initial section of the passage was relatively friendly as there were no side roads.

However, another kilometer down the road and the tunnel suddenly split into three branches. Strangely, there were no changes in the Spirit Qi concentration underground, except a slight difference on and below the surface.

Might as well close your eyes and bet on your luck then, Lu Shu thought. There was no obvious right or wrong answer now due to the lack of evidence and clues. With the confidence that he had always been lucky, Lu Shu went on, and, successfully, he got lost...

He drew a deep breath at a familiar fork in the road. What the heck...

How to decide which way he had tried and which he had not in a labyrinth? By markings?

Upon second thoughts, Lu Shu changed into a new set of clothes and removed his cap and mask. Then, he pocketed his Sun mirror, leaving a small volume of divine water for lighting purposes. This way, he would be less recognizable.

Lu Shu was certain that he was not the only person that lost his way in the maze. Thus, it was very likely for him to cross his way with those big organizations, who might be interested in testing his waters.

Although the individual Practitioners had no idea why Nogiwa Takenobu was scared of Lu Shu, the experts knew well that Nogiwa had no other choice given that pitiful conditions of his.

No matter how strong Lu Shu might seem, Li Yixiao would not have to run if he were a Class B too. Two Class B’s could definitely defeat Nogiwa Takenobu given enough time. This was the key point from which rational deductions of the entire story could then be made.

But many had already put their guard up against Lu Shu. It was a widely acknowledged fact that overseas remains were tantamount to cold-blooded battlefields where no sympathy existed. The Heavenly Network certainly had their reasons for dispatching so little manpower there.

Nowadays, no one would dare to underestimate Nie Ting. Was he an irrational risk-taker? Definitely not.

Hence, many of them were already starting to devise counter-strategies against Lu Shu’s unique techniques...

Those few who happened to bring shades had also handed them over to their leaders...

Truth be told, quite a number brought sunglasses, as the remains were located on a tourist island.

So why not take sunglasses from the individual Practitioners? There were so many of them, thought the big organizations.

As a result, all of their shades were surrendered... How sad! Not only were they forced to be their cannon fodder, they were robbed too!

Nonetheless, gradually, their grudges shifted from big organizations to Lu Shu, the starter of the trouble. As Lu Shu walked along the dimly lit tunnels, he suddenly received a large influx of distress points. It felt...

Others might deem it as a sign of an unforeseen disaster, but to Lu Shu, it was a heaven-sent fortune...

As he ventured further, he left markings on the walls with Corpsedog and Concealed Arrow, to prevent himself from walking the same path over and over again.

Of course, he had to do it in a creative manner. The long trekking was dull and boring, so why not make it more interesting for those people behind?

In the meantime, unaffiliated Practitioners were forced to split up and search for the relic. Half an hour later, those in the front suddenly shouted in surprise, “Look! There are words on the wall!”

Just imagine, you are walking through an empty, monotonous tunnel and suddenly, you notice a line of words on the wall. How would you feel?! Surprise, of course! Finally you’ve found some useful clues!

As the big organizations at the back sent their people over, a individual Practitioners crowded around a pro who was studying the words with a torchlight in his hand. It was a line of English carvings. “Our expedition discovered this place by chance. We were forced underground by gargoyles but lost our way in the tunnels. On the seventh day, our supplies ran out. We may all die here if we can’t go out in time. However, the greatest danger here is not shortage of food and water. We have noticed that our men are disappearing without reason. I”

That made the individual Practitioners’ flesh creep!

Why did the sentence end so abruptly? Did he disappear too?! When he was writing that?! All of them drew a startled breath.

It would not be that scary if you read it online. However, it was absolutely a horror story to see it on the wall there.

In their opinion, which expert would crack such a lame joke?!

They looked at one another in shock. Although they did not believe it completely, they were still seized by terror and a feeling of uncertainty...

The expert remained silent for a long moment. He was having a headache at what to do too.

A Class B expert slowly came over from the back of the team. “What happened?”

Then, he took a glimpse of the carvings, and replied calmly, “Go ahead to see whether there are more of this.”

Admittedly, power brings along confidence. In this instance, the self-assured would still be able to remain cool-headed, instead of being buried in panic.

The expert immediately trotted forward at a quick step. Yet, he stopped within seconds!

“From Townsend House’s distress, +666!”

Out of curiosity, other people moved closer for a good look. There was another line on the wall that read. “I have three points to say about this place...”

They were confused, which three?!

Then they got it, weren’t there three bloody points behind?!

Verified, it must be left behind by an expert as a means to relieve them from their boredom. However, how bloody bored were you?! What were you getting out of this?

A few steps forward and there appeared a doraemon scrawled on the wall. “I am doraemon. I will give you a time machine if you let your head duang duang duang on the ground with sincerity.”

“From Townsend House’s distress, +666!”

“From...”

It was in English too. But since Lu Shu had yet to learn the word “kowtow” and clearly had no idea how to express it, he completed the sentence in his awkward Chinglish.

Yet, does it even make sense that there was a doraemon in the remains?! Besides, what was with your duang duang duang? Don’t write it if you don’t know the word, can’t you?! All of them were dumbstruck by the absurdness.

Instantly, numerous distress points were registered in the background, taking Lu Shu by surprise!

In the meantime, Lu Shu had reached another parting of the road. As the influx of distress points went on, he murmured to himself, “What should I write this time?!”

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