"Impossible!"
When Jiang Yingying entered through the door, trembling and tear-streaked, the sight before her shocked her beyond measure, her heart pounding wildly.
Something beyond human comprehension had barged nakedly into her field of vision.
"Impossible!"
"Possible!"
"It can!"
The echoes of shock reverberated through the empty area for a long time.
Without thinking at all, Jiang Yingying turned and frantically pounded on the door, which could no longer possibly be opened.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
Behind her, faint sounds that made her scalp tingle and goosebumps rise began pressing in, one after another.
Jiang Yingying had only dared to take that first glance before fear eroded her heart, nearly stripping away all human reason. All she wanted was to escape.
The beauty of human nature seemed utterly useless before the terror of reality.
"No!"
Jiang Yingying's inner screams and wails rang through her mind as the hissing sounds crawled across her back as well.
Those things were half-wet and half-dry, fishy and acrid. Packed densely together, they parasitized Jiang Yingying's back like cold-blooded snakes.
The indescribably bizarre sensation, coupled with the minute yet extreme pressure, made her forget to use the long robe she wore during the first second.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Not until the Third Second did Jiang Yingying realize that she had not died. Only then did she remember to cut open her palm and drip blood onto the front of her long robe.
The dim dragon head on the robe's chest faintly began to rise at that moment, greedily savoring the stench of fresh blood.
Only after a long while did Jiang Yingying dare open her eyes and look at herself.
Her tense body, her loose long robe—there was nothing there but the blood flowing from her cut palm.
Where was the pressure of