When I woke up, my mouth was still letting out pained screams, and immediately several mouthfuls of water poured in.
In the water, I turned to look at Run Sheng and the others first; they were still standing there, not yet awake.
It's said that when the sky falls, the tall will hold it up, but when the water rises, it's the short who drown first.
Looking back again, the woman's door-opening stone sculpture remained as it was before, with only the flattened second half facing me, no sinister smile to be found.
Li Zhiyuan knew that he was fully awake now, returning to reality.
Without the leisure to examine anything else, Li Zhiyuan dove underwater and shone his flashlight on his legs, where the clear sensation of pain was emanating.
Rolling up his trouser leg and shining the flashlight over, a thin white line-like thing was attached to his skin, with its other end fluttering in the water waves, as if it was pleased, joyfully wagging its tail.
