Jack Baldo continued: "The boss had some of the ability to release thunder and lightning at that time, and he led a group of his subordinates to play around in the gym, which was extremely majestic.

But within two days, the boss disappeared.

It disappeared all of a sudden, disappeared without a trace!

Some people said that they had seen the boss after he disappeared, but for some reason, the boss had a tail, his body was covered with scales, and he no longer looked human.

When people went back to look for the pirate selling marshmallows, they could not find him at all. The pirate seemed to have disappeared from the world, disappearing more completely than the big brother, and no one could know his traces."

Jack Bardo pointed to the green-glowing stone in the paint bucket:

"I caught a glimpse of it and it was [Marshmallow]."

Chen Yan struggled internally for a moment, and greed defeated his reason:

"If this thing could be used to directly generate electricity, it would be much more precious than a coal mine..."

The voice of desire came immediately:

'Chen Yan, come here and take a look at this.'

Chen Yan looked from the direction where her voice came from and saw a small door embedded in the stone wall in an inconspicuous corner next to the bookcase at the edge of the basement.

The thing on the small door is even more interesting - in addition to moss, it is also covered with a large number of barnacles.

Barnacles!

Chen Yan remembered that this thing should have grown in the sea, so why did it appear here?

Could it be...

Is this room often flooded by sea water?

Thinking of this, his expression changed, and he came to the dirty little bed on the other side of the room. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the sheets, and immediately rubbed off the gray-green powder in his hand.

Put it under your nose and smell it, it’s salt!

This room...is it often flooded by sea water?

Why is there such a strange place under the apartment?

A sense of absurdity filled Chen Yan's heart. This was not Leprosy Alley, nor the lower city, but the old city dozens of kilometers away from the Smokey Lake. Walker Street was hundreds of meters higher than the level of the Smokey Lake!

No matter what, sea water should not appear here.

When Chen Yan was frowning and thinking, the sound of slight footsteps suddenly came to his ears.

He subconsciously looked at the small door in the corner of the room.

The footsteps came from outside the door.
Chapter completed!