Xu Yanwu and Theresa were descending rapidly at this moment, especially Theresa.
After finishing her words to Xu Yanwu, the door above their heads had already sunk down.
And after Theresa sank, Xu Yanwu followed right after her.
Unlike Theresa, whom he was currently protecting from erosion, Xu Yanwu was the one truly facing the relentless erosion of those resentments.
What Theresa had seen, and what the two of them were experiencing now, were merely minor matters.
Right now, Xu Yanwu seemed to hear every girl from back then whispering hateful words into his ears, trying to assimilate him with their hatred.
Just like five hundred years ago.
"But I'm not the same as I was five hundred years ago..." Xu Yanwu sighed, watching the surrounding arms drag him downward bit by bit. Yet his heart was as calm as a stone about to sink into water.
The same experience, the same person, but... the same person was no longer the same.
Like Theresa, Xu Yanwu sank into that mountain of corpses.
Xu Yanwu opened his eyes. Once he had sunk into the mountain of corpses, those arms had already vanished.
Theresa was floating nearby.
As if she were drowning, Theresa puffed out her cheeks and paddled her arms and short little legs, swimming upward. Her childlike old-lady face was flushed bright red from holding her breath.
The sight left Xu Yanwu torn between laughter and tears. After taking two steps forward, he grabbed Theresa by the back of her collar, lifted her up, and said, "Theresa, what are you doing? You didn't fall into a swimming pool, so why are you swimming? You can breathe in here."
"Pwah..."
Only after seeing Xu Yanwu speak did Theresa let out a long breath. Then she glared at Xu Yanwu, who was