In the pitch-black underground passage, the chilly air, mixed with a putrid stench, churned nauseatingly. A strong flashlight illuminated the surroundings, while the cold muzzle of a gun locked onto the front and back of the passage. A weighty killing intent permeated the air, and the surroundings were silent, except for the cautious footsteps of someone moving through the sandpit, creating a very soft rustling sound. In the quiet passage, it was as clear as if a devil were whispering, adding an eerie touch.
The person in the sandpit was Ghost Hand. Fortunately, they were all skilled and brave individuals, having faced life and death many times. In the deathly silent underground passage, none panicked or feared. They were only cautious. Soon, Ghost Hand crossed the sandpit, climbed into the opposite passage, quickly inspected the surroundings, and signaled everyone to proceed.
