Passing through the portal, Wen Xishu reappeared at the auction hall.
A considerable number of people remained in the auction hall, despite the event being over; many had not left.
Like Linnai, who harbored immense hatred for Wen Xishu. And the boy who had lost his senses, and Yoshida Take with half a head.
"Why have you come back?" Yoshida Take asked.
"What’s going on?" Tanaka Shouta, who had lost his eyes, inquired.
"Oh, couldn’t endure the pain and decided to give up? Or were you scared by the Man-Hole?" Linnai mocked.
Wen Xishu ignored everyone’s gazes and simply realized...
Time hadn’t really passed. Otherwise, these people wouldn’t be reacting this way.
It seemed that although a long, long time had passed inside the Man-Hole, time in the Deceit Tower hadn’t fluctuated much.
"This is very interesting. This way, at least I don’t have to worry about exploring the Man-Hole too much and running out of time."
Wen Xishu pondered, glancing at Xu04:
"Where is your curator?"
Xu04 said, "Walk inside. Follow this path until you lose your senses, and you’ll meet the curator."
Xu04 extended a hand, pointing Wen Xishu in the direction. It was a safety passage.
All the auction employees appeared from that passage.
Whether it was Xu04, the auctioneer introducing items, or other staff from the Pain Auction.
Seeing Wen Xishu heading towards the safety passage, some of the remaining people in the auction hall were puzzled.
Fortunately, at this moment, Xu04 said:
"The warrior has just succeeded in dismantling a Man-Hole."
"It seems he encountered some issues inside, so he needed to consult the curator. The curator has agreed to his request."
Xu04 always spoke with a smile, like a highly service-oriented employee.
But with her words, a silent stillness fell over the surroundings.
Even Tanaka Shouta, who had lost his eyes, exhibited a look of astonishment, as his mouth gaped wide.
Even Linnai, who had been cursing Wen Xishu all this time, was the same.
Everyone present was shocked by this result.
"A Man-Hole...dismantled? In less than two hours?"
Many people hadn’t left the auction hall because it was relatively safer.
Hujiang was chaotic, and the Man-Hole Village was merely one area in the vast Hujiang.
Before this, the Man-Hole Village was known as District 19.
And Hujiang had a total of twenty-two districts. Each district had its own urban legend.
So even after the auction had ended, everyone felt it could be used as a base.
Collecting pain, showcasing pain, and overcoming the Man-Hole was the fate of the people of District 19 and 20.
Because if they didn’t, next time the curse appeared, many of them would turn into Man-Holes themselves. There was no escape.
Yet despite this, the Pain Auction had seen many rare items, and many people had gained supernatural abilities from their pain.
But no matter how rare the items or how unique the abilities—
No one who entered the Man-Hole had ever survived.
So hearing suddenly that Wen Xishu had dismantled a Man-Hole shocked everyone.
Yoshida Take was the most eager to see Wen Xishu at this moment, curious if the Man-Hole Wen Xishu dismantled...
Was his grandson, Yoshida Koki’s Man-Hole.
If so, what did he experience inside?
...
...
Wen Xishu couldn’t answer Yoshida Take’s question for now.
Because Wen Xishu was heading towards the deepest part of the Pain Auction.
The light in the safety passage was originally green.
Wen Xishu encountered many people, like cleaning staff, Auctioneer No. 1, Auctioneer No. 2, Auctioneer No. 3.
Like Xu01, Xu02, Xu03...
The Pain Auction had many staff members. There were even security guards to prevent theft—Zhen01, Zhen02, Zhen03, etc.
These people seemed to accept their bizarre names.
They looked like humans...but there was something slightly different about them.
Xu04 gave Wen Xishu the impression of an...artificial intelligence doll.
But soon these people disappeared.
The light in the safety passage turned red. Wen Xishu immediately felt the surroundings become silent.
"This passage feels like the Backrooms..."
Wen Xishu had been walking along the red passage for fifteen minutes.
The environment kept changing, never repeating. There were strange graffiti on the two sides of the passage.
He was amazed if some sequence power was used here to make the spatial structure so complex.
Otherwise, how big could an auction house be?
Gradually, Wen Xishu found his senses weakening.
Even after consuming Arnold’s finger, he clearly felt his perception dulling.
Vision, touch, smell, all started becoming sluggish.
Even his most mystical spiritual sense was being suppressed.
The red light visibly began to darken.
Darker and darker.
Eventually, he seemed to reach a place where there was only darkness.
At the same time, Wen Xishu heard a voice.
"Hello, warrior."
This voice had clearly been processed.
Wen Xishu said:
"Are you the curator of the auction?"
"Yes. I am the curator of the auction." The curator’s voice was a mix of multiple tones, but still had a raspiness.
Wen Xishu said:
"Is there a need for such mystery?"