"Stir, stir, mix."
"Then add four screws without heads."
"But something doesn't seem right."
"The witch knows, the heart is a troublesome ingredient..."
...
A transparent blue whale slowly passed before Su Ming'an's eyes.
Fine white sand slipped from the sky, and he heard Dong Xue's deep singing accompanying him as he fell.
Flames flickered outside his closed eyelids, light and shadow beginning to intermingle in his eyes.
He felt as if he were gradually sinking into the dry hay on the ground, the ground beginning to soften, sinking down like he was in a soft bed.
Darkness took over his vision.
In the misty haze, he heard the crisp sound of liquid hitting the ground.
"Drip-drop."
"Drip-drop."
He suddenly opened his eyes.
The blood-red sunset shimmered before his eyes, the thin sword on the ground giving off a glaring gleam.
He saw a basement.
Stretching out his hands, he saw his own transparent hands... and his entire self completely transparent.
