"Doll game? What doll game?"
Tan Xiao pulled his leg out of the muck, trudging laboriously towards the bespectacled man, "Mr. Zhang, what did you mean by what you just said? What doll, what game? I don't understand."
The bespectacled man hung his head weakly, his entire being steeped in gloom, his lips rigidly opening and closing, "You won't need me to tell you, you will understand soon... I've only experienced it once, that time... there were sixteen of us... In the end, I was the only one who survived..."
Tan Xiao stared at him, his face blank as he scratched the back of his head.
Suddenly finding themselves in such a place was like stepping into the nest of an unknown creature. Everyone was shivering in fear, some already whimpering softly.
Shen Mo scooped Bai Youwei out of the mud, looking around only to find no suitable place to put her. Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but wet mud, not a single clean spot to step on.
