Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 234 - 192 Surveillance, Anomaly_2

Chapter 234: Chapter 192 Surveillance, Anomaly_2

The main character of this matter is the Fran Guard.

Although it has not been openly stated, Luluwo, as an enthusiastic drama lover, has shifted her pursuit of a "sense of destiny" from the theater to reality.

When she learned that the survivors of the Val City had formed the Fran Guard and sworn to take revenge on the Demon Clan, the overwhelming sense of destiny almost intoxicated her.

"My duty is to set up a grand stage for them."

As Luluwo was lost in thought, the scenery around them gradually became desolate.

They had just passed through the main district of Spring Sun City and the common residential area, and now they had finally reached the place where dark entities most easily thrive—the slums.

Such places seem to exist everywhere, and in most novels and dramas she had read, demons are often born from the slums, as these areas are generally perceived as dark, cold, and fierce.

In fact, due to the new policies issued by the previous king, all cities had undertaken management of the slums. Though unable to change the lives of the residents, enforcing sanitation, dispatching guards to patrol and maintain order were mostly achievable.

The management in Spring Sun City wasn’t bad; there was no foul smell in the slums, and although it looked desolate, sanitation and order still existed.

Luluwo saw children playing in the streets; in cities with poor security, children would definitely not be seen in the slums.

"Are they hiding here?"

Luluwo frowned, feeling something was off.

"Due to the special nature of Spring Sun City, most of the residents are involved in agriculture-related jobs. These poor residents are mostly farmers, living a very regular life and even familiar with each other," Berto suddenly said:

"Moreover, with fewer outsiders coming to the city lately, even fewer enter the slums. Once a stranger comes in, it will definitely attract attention. Look around, people are curiously sizing us up. If there were many foreigners, the locals wouldn’t look at us like that."

Luluwo nodded, "So you mean, the Demon Clan has either hidden themselves to a degree where they don’t need to show their faces, or they have disguised themselves as locals?"

"Indeed, team leader."

The Demon Clan had indeed demonstrated the ability to transform into humans in Bed City. No, until now, people still aren’t clear whether it’s humans transforming into the Demon Clan or the Demon Clan transforming into humans.

Moreover, if they transform into the Demon Clan and then back into humans, wouldn’t they become mentally impaired? How could they possibly hide?

"Woof, team leader, found it, the scent is exactly the same."

Ais suddenly stopped, and following the direction she pointed, everyone saw...

A middle-aged man playing hopscotch with children?

The children kept calling him dad, and their behavior seemed quite intimate; it appeared that their relationship was very good.

Ordinary people might hesitate upon seeing such a scene, but not Luluwo. The moment Ais pointed towards the middle-aged man, Luluwo had already listed him as an enemy.

The New Strategy Group trusts their companions unconditionally.

"Surveil him, find other members of the Demon Clan."

Although they didn’t know how the middle-aged man managed such a perfect disguise, they just needed to keep an eye on this fellow and trace his accomplices.

This task had to be completed within three days, a fleeting moment.

Because the Fran Guard would arrive here in no more than three days!

When Luluwo received this promise from Dal, she was so surprised she couldn’t speak.

Riding wolves from Bed City to here in three days, does this wolf’s lineage include some Griffin?

Dal made a firm promise, and Luluwo believed him. Since the other party was so proactive, she also had to do her part.

That night, the New Strategy Group dispersed in the slums, some responsible for surveilling the middle-aged man, others for finding other suspicious individuals.

Count Charon said there might not be many demons, so perhaps all were hiding in the slums.

That night, everything was normal. Luluwo saw the middle-aged man get out of bed in the middle of the night and thought he would reveal himself, only to find out he was fetching something to eat for his suddenly hungry child.

Watching the father and son happily munching on hardly swallowable bread slices under the faint light of stars, Luluwo’s frown never relaxed.

The next day, the man’s activities were very normal: he went to work, labored in the farm outside the city, and came home in the evening, bringing back some corn that looked bad and had been discarded by the farmer—Spring Sun City also grew regular vegetables.

Luluwo recorded all the people the man had seen today, even if it was just eye contact. There were many, but she had her methods for surveillance.

The middle-aged man and his child went to bed after a satisfied meal of boiled corn and didn’t get up in the middle of the night. It seemed they had a full meal.

The following day, the man’s actions were no different from yesterday, just like an ordinary person.

Berto and the others also sent a message, saying that they had found several people tainted with the scent of the Demon Clan, but they all behaved normally just like the middle-aged man.

The situation is getting weirder.

Luluwo stared at the middle-aged man until they fell asleep, still nothing unusual.

Over these days, she even thought that if this man was alright, she might as well leave a few silver coins for them while they were asleep.

She saw in this father and son her own past of depending on her grandmother, feeling somewhat conflicted inside.

"Squeak..."

The door suddenly opened.

What happened, is the child hungry again? Luluwo casually turned her head to look, but her expression suddenly turned serious.

The middle-aged man walked forward with a vacant expression, his face stiff as if under a Soul Stealing Technique.

There really is something off!

Luluwo glanced at the child who was sound asleep in the room; a flicker of pity passed through her eyes, but she quickly reverted to normal and lightly followed.

Her figure merged perfectly with the night, making it possible for her to compete for a role with Gotham City’s biggest capitalist.

It wasn’t just the man showing abnormalities; the slum’s doors opened one after another, each time an absent-minded person walking out.

The New Strategy Group quickly assembled, and their subjects under surveillance all exhibited abnormalities.

The sleeping residents of the slum were completely unaware of these "sleepwalkers" who got up in the middle of the night.

Upon close counting, there were at least twenty people sleepwalking on the street.

Are they heading...to Dungeon? The direction matches!

They snuck through the hidden sewer, bypassed the city guards, their bodies soaking wet heading towards the direction of Dungeon.

It wasn’t closing time for Cangyin Dungeon yet, but there were no people around, only a few lonely torches burning.

Luluwo suddenly stopped because, in front of the sleepwalkers, a few figures in black robes, their faces indiscernible, had appeared out of nowhere.

They couldn’t exactly be called human; the smell of the Demon Clan on them was almost striking the heavens.

Without a doubt, these were the demons they had been searching for these days, but why were they gathered near the Dungeon?

Do the Demon Clan also explore and venture through the Dungeon?

"Is this all you summoned?" asked the leading figure in a black robe, his voice mingling with the croaking of frogs.

"We can only gather these few quickly."

"The rest are still left in the city."

There are more in Spring Sun City!?

"Ah, keeping them in the city is also not bad, their lives are in my hands," the man in the black robe said, "As soon as I give the order, they will turn into the perfect bombs; even if I am defeated, this will be a sufficient threat to humanity."

The members of the New Strategy Group exchanged glances, and under Luluwo’s cue, Berto and Ais immediately headed towards the city.

"Those bombs are well-hidden; I don’t believe anyone could find them, but if they did, I would instantly blow them sky-high and let those rats hiding in the dark taste the explosion!"

The man in the black robe suddenly looked up, revealing a grotesque frog-like head, glaring menacingly at Luluwo.

"Feeling like exploding, Miss Mouse?"

Ha, as I thought, they’ve discovered us; I guessed it from the start, but how did he find out?

Luluwo leapt up, standing atop a treetop, looking down at these demons.

Just as she wanted to say something, Frog Head directly skipped ahead in the plot, yelling, "Kill them!"

He raised a weird, round, crimson sphere; if Gong Qiying were here, he would recognize it—a Fallen Demon Egg.

In the next second, all the sleepwalkers mutated into twisted monsters, their roars unceasing.

Luluwo looked at the flesh mound mutated from the middle-aged man, her gaze icy.