They had reached their destination. This tunnel was where the convoy was supposed to rest for the day, but they found themselves stuck.
"What happened?" Jing Shu arrived in the tunnel and immediately noticed something was different.
The air was thick with pungent, foul, and rotten smells, and she reflexively covered her nose and mouth. The ground was sticky underfoot, a mixture of mud and snow, along with some unknown, stringy liquid.
Jing Shu silently stepped on Xiao Lu and wiped her shoes.
The tunnel was bustling with voices, just like a lively vegetable market!
At this point, Jing Shu didn't need the flustered Sanliang to explain; she already understood what had happened. The tunnel, originally dug exclusively for the migration of the Wu City people, had at some unknown point become inhabited by many others.
