"A pit, what pit?" Long Dajiang looked around, utterly confused.
However, when he saw a pit not far away, 180 centimeters long, 60 centimeters wide, and just deep enough for an adult man to lie down, his confusion disappeared. A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat began to stream down his back.
In this desolate wilderness, if someone were to kill him, fill the hole with concrete, turning him into a lump of cement, and throw it into the Nu River in the dead of night, it would be as if God and ghost were none the wiser. He guessed that even if he turned to fossils, no one would discover him.
He felt utterly despondent, a deep despair weighing down on him like a massive boulder, making it hard for him to breathe, nearly suffocating him.
