"Whew..."
The hole Zhao Sanyi had dug wasn't large, but in this underworld, everything seemed to have lost the physical rules of the mortal world. As soon as Hu Ma slipped inside the hole, she immediately felt enveloped in a miasmic haze.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself entirely wrapped in a fog of shadowy mist, goosebumps rising layer upon layer. Everywhere she looked, it was like a scene from a nightmare.
Mountains of white bones and mud, thick with corpses, covered the ground. In a daze, it felt as if she were on a street where both sides bore people hanging from ropes. Looking into the distance, some were half-buried in the earth, some had starved to death, emaciated, and others were decapitated.
The various, constantly shifting terrifying scenes interwove layer by layer, and the morbid resentment pressed upon her like a mountain.
