The forest path seemed endless.
The forests on either side were dark and eerie.
Yet as the journey continued, many people found unusual things along the roadside.
Some half-burned incense.
A quaint bronze lamp with half a pot of lamp oil left inside.
A cracked divination block.
And red ribbons used for making wishes.
These things were scattered haphazardly along the roadside. Some were intact, while others were completely ruined. Most were somewhere in between—still barely usable, though no one knew how much longer they would last.
Of course.
There were also people who were bold.
They tentatively stepped off the path and sought death at the forest's edge.
Most of them found nothing.
A few provoked evil entities and were killed on the spot. For instance, Jiang Qiao saw a man who had just stepped into the woods. Before he could even search for anything, he stepped into a puddle of yellow mud.
Beneath the yellow mud was a pit.
The moment he stepped into it, it was as though he had fallen into the Abyss. Without the slightest resistance, the yellow mud swallowed him whole.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished from the scene.
He did not even have time to call for help.
Looking at the yellow mud again.
On the surface, it seemed utterly ordinary. Yet a foot beneath it was actually a Corpse Pool!
Densely packed.
Layer upon layer.
The opening above was small, while the space below was vast.
It was shaped like a funnel.
No one knew how deep it went.
Countless corpses writhed inside, and every one of them was alive. The yellow mud on the surface seemed to have a sealing effect, preventing them from leaving easily.
But although they could not leave.
If you stepped onto the yellow