I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey Chapter 449: Church of Pestilence's Purpose

The deep well completely swallowed up Red's voice as if it was a gluttonous spirit that devoured everything, including light.

There were a total of seven levels in the Lower District, and the deeper one went, the closer they were to the source of pollution. This well was one of the passages leading to the lower levels, and there were many stories of people who recklessly went down to mine for more ore and never ever returned.

It was because of how dangerous it was that few people even ventured near it. This was also one of the reasons why Lin Jie couldn't figure out Red.

Though she was too young to properly compete with adults for ore, it wasn't too difficult to get some, albeit lesser than she hoped for. Perhaps to the extent of just having enough for one meal a day, or every two days.

Can't you survive like that? It's just eating a few less meals a day... Haa, Red's totally a little fatty.

The stench from the hole leading to the lower depths made Red feel like throwing up. The darkness of the opening made it impossible to see the depth, and from afar, it looked like a black lake, enticing one to jump in and enjoy an eternal descent.

The chubby girl stared at the abyss-like well for a long time... then turned around and started running.

Lin Jie frowned, amused at her reaction. Red sprang home like a little fawn running from a predator, and Lin Jie followed after. Then, upon reaching home, she fished out a cheap-looking chain from beneath her stone bed.

"What's this?" Lin Jie asked as he tilted his head slightly to survey the necklace.

"Have you never seen this before, even in the Upper District?" Red asked in surprise.

Lin Jie shook his head.

"Well, then it seems like this thing is indeed a treasure," Red said, clasping the necklace carefully.

While Lin Jie had never seen this sort of necklace before, it looked really cheap no matter how he looked at it. There was a faint trace of magic attached to it, so he could tell that it was a transcendent tool that was mass-produced.

This was the sort of item

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