The smell in the pipes can turn a person upside down.
Lin Miaotian frowned and tightened the gas mask tighter. The wrench in my hand was stuck on the third section valve. It was rusty and could not move at all. He spat, exerting all his strength——
"Crack!"
The valve finally came loose. Black and green sewage spurted out and splashed all over him.
"Fuck." Lin Miaotian cursed and was about to continue working when the communicator on his wrist suddenly vibrated.
Not a work channel.
It's an unknown number.
He hesitated for two seconds and answered.
"Lin Miaotian." The electronically synthesized voice could not distinguish the male or female, "Stop cultivating. If you leave now, you can still live."
"Who are you?" Lin Miaotian lowered his voice.
"Three minutes." The other party said, "In three minutes, the pipeline in District 7 will release pressure. Your current position is just within the impact range."
Communication is down.
Lin Miaotian stared at the communicator, cold sweat running down his spine. This place is a waste disposal area, and it stands to reason that it should have been depressurized and emptied long ago. If it's really like what that person said...
