Shura's Wrath Chapter 637 – The Location Of The Underworld Blood Lake

The Location Of The Underworld Blood Lake

Translator: Mr Voltaire

Editor: Modlawls123

Ling Chen took out the Forgotten Continent's map and looked over it, but he couldn't find anything related to the Underworld. As such, he could only look around himself and walk towards the run-down houses.

It looked like a ransacked village. There were tens of houses, and all of them were damaged and in need of repairs. The walls were jet black, and many of the walls were falling off. Weeds grew on the roofs, and most of the windows and doors were rotten. The small village was completely silent, and from the distance, light could only be see in 3 or 4 of these houses.

Tap¦ Tap¦ Tap¦

Because it was so quiet, Ling Chen's footsteps sounded extremely clear. After he took a few steps, he suddenly stopped because he realised the walking sounds weren't just coming from himself.

Tap¦ Tap¦ Tap¦

Ahead of him, a dark figure appeared within his field of vision. Because it was too dark, Ling Chen was unable to see the person's facial features or what the person was wearing. He could only see that the person had a crooked back, had their head tilted to one side, and walked extremely slowly. Each step was so heavy that it seemed contain all of his body weight. Ling Chen frowned as he gripped the Chilling Star in his hand, walking towards the figure.

When they were about 10 metres apart, Ling Chen was finally able to see the figure clearly¦ it was indeed a person. He wasn't short, but because of how hunched he was, he looked like he had some sort of illness. His footsteps were slow and heavy, and every step seemed to take all of his strength. He looked like an old man who barely had any strength. The clothes he was wearing made him look worse than a beggar, and there was no place on them that was clean or undamaged¦ they were no longer clothes, but rather rags that were barely held together. His face was also incredibly ashen, and it was so wrinkled that it looked like the exterior of a hundred-year-old tree. His eyes were wide open, but they had no life

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