Xu Xiangyang looked for a long time before he realized that there were water droplets falling from the pipe above.
"What, what is this...?"
An unusual color.
It was a dark and sticky flowing substance, clinging to the rusty iron pipe's surface, slowly dripping down, reminding Xu Xiangyang of asphalt.
He also heard the sound of water trickling from inside the pipe, which gave him a chilling sensation, as if a monster was breathing deeply within the walls. He couldn't help but picture the scene in his mind: a dark, thick, turbid current coursing through the water pipes of every room in the entire building, roaring back and forth—
Xu Xiangyang stepped back and let out a deep sigh.
"Could it be that there's a problem with the water tank at the source? Teacher Sun, we should get someone to check it out in a while."
As he spoke, he turned his head, only to find the elderly man behind him fixated on something as if in a trance; it took several reminders before he responded.