Chapter 717 – Netherworld (II) (1/2)

Chapter 717 – Netherworld (II)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

(TN: Way of Choices will be on break from December 25th, 2017 – January 7, 2018)

Zhou Tong stared at the wall, his eyes turning darker and more sinister, transforming into two balls of ghostly fire.

The weak vibration seemed very ordinary, but to this underground world stabilized and protected by layer after layer of arrays, it was the omen of something terrible. Someone had touched one of Zhou Prison's arrays, and it was not like an insect that was sticking its head into a spider web, but like a zither player extending a finger and lightly plucking a string.

Zhou Tong was staring at the wall, so he did not notice a drop of water falling from a crack in the stone ceiling.

This underground space was very humid, and even though it was sealed off by the numerous arrays, there were still many places in the walls and ceiling where water seeped through. Even in this relatively dry prison cell, this sight was not too unexpected. The problem was that this drop of water had a very coincidental landing point, landing right on the rim of the wine pot.

After the filtering of stones and arrays, the water in the earth that seeped through the stone walls was without impurity, clear and clean like a dewdrop.

This dewdrop silently trickled along the slim rim of the pot and fell into the wine.

Just then, Zhou Tong turned around.

Xue He said, ”Chen Changsheng has probably sensed it and guessed that you're here.”

Zhou Tong knew this, so he was in a rush to leave.

He did not know who the person that had triggered the array was that they were actually able to dig so deep towards Zhou Prison.

There was still some distance until this person reached this place, but he chose without hesitation to leave.

Just as Xue He had said, that person had very possibly wanted to use this method to inform the people on the surface of Zhou Tong's specific position.

Zhou Tong calmly said, ”There have always been many people that wanted to kill me.”

”So do I.”

Xue He took up his own wine pot and filled his empty cup.

Zhou Tong took the other wine pot and filled his own cup.

Xue He raised the cup and cheered, ”I wish you a very slow death.”

Death was a very frightening matter, but if had happened fast enough, it could be considered a delight. If it was very slow, then naturally it was only pain that remained. (TN: The term for delight here is 痛快, which uses the words for both 'pain' and 'fast'. 快 can also mean pleasant.)

Zhou Tong laughed, lightly clinked cups, and then emptied the cup.

”No matter how fast Chen Changsheng's sword is, he can't possibly arrive here that quickly.”

Zhou Tong's gaze turned once more to that now-silent stone wall.

This place was the most secretive and safest hiding spot he had created for himself, but now he chose without hesitation to abandon it and seek another place to hide.

No matter how much Xue He loathed this man, even he had to admit that this was truly a most formidable decision. At the same time, he was also quite curious, asking, ”Although I don't know how big the snowstorm is today, I can imagine that there are not many places in the capital that can ensure your safety, so where can you go?”

”A rabbit will have three holes that it can flee from at any time, but that's just a minimum for people in my line of work.”

Zhou Tong continued, ”You will definitely feel regret that an evil man like me is truly not easy to kill. Today, at least, I will not die.”

After saying this, he said no more. He walked out of the prison cell and followed a gloomy tunnel towards an even gloomier place.

The bean-like lanterns lining this tunnel were similar to the glimmer in his eyes, both gloomy balls of ghostly fire.

His figure gradually vanished at the end of the tunnel, as if he was walking into the Netherworld, all the way until he walked into the deepest darkness.

Separated by metal bars, Xue He stared at Zhou Tong's back in silence. He watched for a very long time, still watching even after Zhou Tong had vanished.

He was not feeling some sort of sorrow, nor was he feeling some complex mixture of emotions. He just wanted to make sure that Zhou Tong had truly left.

Another drop of water fell from the ceiling, and then the sound of scraping came from the wall.

Two hard pieces of stone were moved aside and a ball of mud squeezed out from between them.

It was not actual mud, but a person that had lived in the earth for several weeks.