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The narrow trail was only a few dozen centimeters wide, with no railing on the side near the coast.
No need to turn one's head; the peripheral vision could catch the glittering waters of the lake and the ever-present moon that seemed to linger in sight.
"What's that smell?"
Liu Zheng took a sniff through his nostrils.
An odd fishy smell wafted over from the surroundings, bearing a likeness to the putrid scent of vegetation similar to his blood, yet it also carried other odors, as if insects and eyeballs had been mashed together and left to ferment.
He looked down at his feet, where many patches of blue-green moss shone with a phosphorescent glow covered the narrow ground.
This moss was exceptionally thick and robust, with structures resembling flower buds growing on their tips.
And from these "flower buds" they stepped on, the same blue-green phosphorescent liquid oozed out.
Clearly, they were the source of the fishy smell.
"What are these?"
