I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today-Chapter 922 - : Werewolf Village 19

Chapter 922: Chapter 922: Werewolf Village 19

Outside the room, the village chief’s wife was still busy in the kitchen, seemingly not coming out anytime soon.

Bai Youwei glanced at the kitchen twice and tiptoed down the steps, following the cramped stone staircase into the basement.

The basement wasn’t completely dark; there was a faintly lit oil lamp on the wall, barely emitting light.

She looked around and found that the basement contained only miscellaneous items—a chair missing a leg, filthy carpets, and some dusty books piled thickly in the corner. When she flipped open a page, she could see unnamed insects quickly crawling over the yellowing paper.

Ever since Bai Youwei had emerged from the labyrinth of Minotaur, she had developed a particular disgust for insects.

She withdrew her hand and looked around with revulsion once more.

It was strange; why store such rubbish in a hidden basement? Could those books contain the werewolf’s secrets?

Don’t be ridiculous… She couldn’t understand the text at all; who knows which country’s storyline this was!

Bai Youwei felt impatient.

There were only eight hours in the day, and she had already wasted quite a bit of time. If she couldn’t find a way to turn into a werewolf, wouldn’t she just be awaiting death come nighttime?

She paced back and forth in the basement, her emotions tense.

The dust on the floor bore the imprint of her footsteps. She stopped and, with the assistance of the weak light, noticed that the footprints overlapped and converged into a “path” that extended beneath the carpet at her feet.

Bai Youwei was stunned and then suddenly realized something. She quickly moved away and lifted the carpet!

Beneath it was a movable wooden board!

This basement was just a front; the real place for hiding things was underneath the basement!

Bai Youwei was speechless in her mind.

Was it necessary? It was just a game. Did the clues need to be hidden so deep?

She caught hold of the ring on the plank and pulled hard; an old musty smell hit her—worse than those dirty rags, wormy books, and moldy walls. It was like… like a tomb.

It was pitch-black inside, not a trace of light to be seen.

Bai Youwei rummaged through her bag for a flashlight and swept it over the area below. The passage was too narrow and turned a corner, obscuring what lay beyond.

At this point, even if it was a Knife Mountain or sea of fire beneath, she had no choice but to descend.

She gritted her teeth, tied the hem of her skirt around her waist, negligent of her appearance, held the flashlight in one hand, and with the other on the steps, she proceeded step by step.

The rabbit perched on her shoulder, curiously looking into the depths of the passage…

…

The deeper she went, the darker it became, and the smell of putrid decay grew stronger.

When she reached the last step, she found a room in front of her, the same size as the basement but without any clutter, only a huge cage.

Bai Youwei shone the flashlight on the cage, which seemed to contain a person.

The reason she used the word “seemed” was that the entity inside was slumped on the ground like a dirty rag, unrecognizable as human.

There were a table and several thick silver candles on the side of the wall.

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Bai Youwei lit the candles, and the room finally brightened.

The “person” in the cage also finally stirred…

… It was actually alive.

Of course, it must be; if it were dead, there would be no need to keep it in a cage.

But this cage…

Bai Youwei furrowed her brows and took a few steps closer for a better look.

The cage was made of silver.

At that moment, the person in the cage lifted their head, revealing half an eye through disheveled hair, staring intently at her.

It was a slit-shaped pupil.

Bai Youwei understood; a werewolf was imprisoned here.

But if it was a werewolf, why hadn’t the village chief burned her? What made her different?

As she pondered this, the werewolf in the cage suddenly became enraged, roaring and lunging toward her!—