Chapter 79: Dim Lights in the Narrow Alley

Somewhere deep in a dingy alley away from the abandoned factory, an inconspicuous, old house suddenly lit up with an oil lamp.

In the flickering lamp light, the simple and worn furnishings of the house were visible, along with the slightly moldy ceiling, faded and peeling wallpaper, and a slowly shrinking black crack in the corner of the room.

A terrifying Skeleton Hunting Dog was lying next to this crack, motionless as if it had no strength left, like a dead dog. On the other end of the dark iron chain, Sherry, dressed in a long skirt with black and white edges, carefully adjusted the wick of the oil lamp before moving to the window to anxiously check the outside sky.

"...the 'Creation of the World' is out," the girl sighed lightly, "Luckily, I got home before night fully fell; otherwise, I might have died in some stinky ditch like a dog."