Rather than calling it a basement, it would be better described as a narrow passage extending into the depths of the earth.
Gu Jianlin found it hard to imagine that beneath the landfill of Black Cloud City, there was such a hidden place. On the sides of the narrow corridor hung occasional handcrafted cement candle holders, each holding a nearly melted candle.
"Make sure to close that stone slab."
The little girl walking ahead turned around and reminded him.
Gu Jianlin turned back and slid the stone slab shut.
In the faint light, he noticed the stone slab was smeared with splashes of blood. At the top of the entrance hung a black flower, withered and lifeless, exuding an ashen shade.
"Brother Lin, what is this place?"
Cheng Youyu, surviving by a whisker, slumped against the wall and exhaled heavily as he spoke.
Gu Jianlin shook his head, gesturing to keep quiet, as he firmly sealed the exit with the stone slab.
