WHOOSH!
CLANG!
The loud, creaking noises slowly ground to a halt. Hidden beneath the thick mud, the garage door of the Underground Shelter completely opened, revealing a slightly pitch-black interior.
"Master, we're... we're home!" Moore said. Resting the shovel on his shoulder, his face filled with excitement, and his eyes sparkled with an intense light. To him, this was his birthplace and his only home in this world. It held extraordinary significance!
However, before Su Mo could make a move, Su Chan, who had been eagerly waiting in the back, could not contain her excitement and darted forward. The next second, a pungent scent burst out! It was a mixture of waste oil from long-abandoned machinery and a damp, musty odor from the improperly drained interior. Wanting to rush in, Chan immediately coughed and retreated.
"Cough, cough, that smells awful. Mo, did you plant a bomb inside?" Chan asked.
