Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 415 - 415 419 Is this road impassable

?Chapter 415: Chapter 419: Is this road impassable? Chapter 415: Chapter 419: Is this road impassable? The fog had gradually invaded the Second Waterway, where the hazy, chaotic mists floated near the ceiling of the sewer corridor like veils, giving the impression that the deep and thick roofs had disappeared and that the sky was slowly engulfing the Second Waterway.

The short man wrapped in an old coat hurried through the strange and silent corridors of the sewers—decades had eroded his body, and for many years, he had been unable to move swiftly as he was doing now. Yet for some reason, on this very day, at this very moment, he felt his body lighten again as if youth had returned to his frame, and the aches in his joints and the weakness of his muscles had vanished.

He picked up the pace, the large wrench in his hand no longer as heavy as it was at the start. He quickly passed through corridors and crossroads from his memory, racing determinedly toward a direction he could no longer clearly recall but one that felt unmistakably familiar.

He had to catch up with the main force, as the time for assembly was nearly upon them.

A pile of collapsed rubble suddenly blocked the old ghost’s way.

“There’s no way through…no way through?” the old man stopped, muttering to himself in astonishment as he looked at the pile of collapsed stones before him. His confused memories hazily reassembled in his mind, trying to explain the existence of the collapsed area, and he seemed to remember something—
Ah, yes, the explosives. The guard had retreated through the connecting wells then detonated the explosives laid in the corridor to block off the invading rebels in the sewers…

But that wasn’t quite right. There was more to this collapsed section than just stopping the rebels. Many years earlier, when that young soldier ignited the explosives… the corridor collapsed, blocking off something else…

The old ghost stood bewildered in front of the blocked passage, bending down to tap the stones in front of him with his wrench, mumbling indistinctly.

This path should be open; it had to be for him to reach the assembly point. But it had collapsed. What could be done? The wrench couldn’t fix the fallen stones…

A shroud of mist suddenly appeared before him. The old ghost, who was tapping the stones, looked up blankly and took half a step back instinctively. He saw strands of mist leaking out from the gaps in the rubble, slowly filling the entire corridor, engulfing his vision.

He heard distant whispers and roars coming from the fog, followed by a hoarse voice shouting, “Is this reasonable?!”

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