Jiang Li stopped in her tracks, across the brush, she began to laugh softly.
In the calm brush, what was once an open space had turned into a lake that could swallow one whole, as if something sticky and flowing was encasing people inside. Figures struggled within it.
"Stop struggling," Jiang Li slowly said, "This is the most terrifying swamp in the area. The more you struggle, the faster you sink."
The moon gradually emerged from the clouds, her clothes and the hem of her skirt were smeared with the mud of the forest, but her face was oddly clean, her lips curled into a soft smile as she spoke terrifying words, "Oh dear, I just realized, you're already waist-deep, there's no saving you now. Even if someone came, they couldn't rescue you, they'd just get pulled down with you." She covered her mouth and sighed, "Such a pity."
