Su Nanzhi was unable to organize her thoughts because strange things had already begun to appear under her feet.
In those firm patches of soil, countless human handflowers suddenly sprouted.
Those dirty hands, filled with the stench of blood, accompanied by painful moans, blindly grasped at objects on the ground, attempting to find something to take their place and allow them to return to the surface.
Su Nanzhi quickly realized the purpose of these human handflowers.
Little Taomu had already consciously started glowing green, weaving around Su Nanzhi, continually fending off the hands that tried to grab her feet and drag her down.
Su Nanzhi quietly watched the half-exposed stone.
Honestly, unpolished jade is not pretty, even if it is such a rare, pure piece of Red Jade ore.
Su Nanzhi looked at the outermost layer of jade and realized that these human handflowers emerging from the ground were merely trying to hinder her.
To hinder her from furthering her own thoughts.
