Water flooded into Ouyang Xueqing's mouth and she choked, the taste of blood filling her tongue. Her head rushed to the surface and she sucked huge gulps of air into her lungs greedily. The coldness made her shiver.
At this moment, the weather should have been warm, hot even. It should be the time of summer, but since the gate of the demonic realm appeared, it seemed like the world was slowly plunging into eternal winter.
The huge torrent threatened to wash her away but she hung onto a long vine as she kicked the puppet clinging onto her legs away. Her face reddened in shock and fury. "How dare you touch a lady's leg?! Audacious!"
The puppet's clutch slipped, leaving a trail of bloody nail marks on her calf, and in a blink of an eye, he drowned deep into the dark water, no longer surfacing.
"Crazy!" Ouyang Xueqing cursed under her breath. "How much did they want to kill me?! They actually followed me down!"
