The surrounding stone walls were entirely smeared with thin, saturated mud, trickling downward.
The muddy pit beneath everyone's feet was a myriad of unclear holes.
—Jin Qiu was in one of them.
No one spoke.
Nor did anyone move.
The color of gold often gave people a sense of luxury, but it also made it easy for people to overlook its inherent hard metal quality. What would happen if you were hit by a metal as large as a basin and at high speed?
The lighter cases would fracture bones.
The graver ones would directly result in death!
The middle-aged, overweight man, positioned as the server, stood stiffly, his face as white as paper. A large bubble appeared in the mud water beside his legs due to the vibration. It burst with a "pop," prompting the man to shudder. The faint stench of urine pervaded the area...
The cave was gloomy, damp, hot, and utterly silent.
No one found the time to mock.
Everyone only stared at those holes, afraid that Jin Qiu would shoot out again.
