This is an underground parking lot located beneath the pedestrian street, covering a large area.
Stepping over the askew lifting barrier and walking down a winding path for more than twenty meters, one enters the pitch-dark interior of the parking lot.
The light gradually grows dim, and at first glance, one can only see rows of abandoned cars.
Above are all kinds of rusted pipes, dense and numerous, like the blood vessels within a monstrous body.
Several cars that were attempting to leave the parking lot have crashed into the walls, with old blood traces remaining on the shattered glass, and a decaying smell wafts persistently in the air.
In some areas, skeletal remains can be seen, with eye sockets on skulls hidden beneath tattered cloth staring as if at every living person who enters this place.
At this moment, Ling Mo is slowly walking along the driveway; in the silent and empty parking lot, his footsteps echo distinctly: "tap, tap."
