"Is it raining?"
The farther he walked into the depths of the grassland, the harsher the surrounding environment became.
Icy winds howled.
They seeped into the marrow.
When they landed on his body, they felt like the Ghost Hand brushing past him, capable of stripping away flesh and forcibly blowing a living person into a skeleton.
And when he reached this place.
The sky was covered in dark clouds.
Raindrops began to fall sporadically, eventually becoming as dense as a curtain.
They completely blocked his vision.
Even the scenery a short distance away was already blurred.
He could see nothing.
Nothing but rain.
Mud pits of various sizes also began to appear across the ground. If one accidentally fell into one, getting out would be extremely difficult.
Just moments ago.
Jiang Qiao had seen an arm covered in mud sticking out of one of the pits.
There was even a watch on its wrist.
Clearly.
This was a lucky survivor who had successfully escaped from the "Burial Insects."
But his luck had ended there.
Fleeing in all directions.
He had made it here, fallen into the mud pit, and ultimately died.
This also proved Jiang Qiao's guess.
No matter which direction they fled in, they would eventually converge at the same place, and the order in which they arrived was also jumbled. Those who left later might very well arrive here sooner than those who had departed first.
"So..."
"Does that mean this place is getting close to the destination?"
Jiang Qiao looked around.
The grassland was lush.
Within the waist-high wild grass were still countless Grave Mounds, resembling one Small Mountain after another.
These graves were ancient.
Almost all the gravestones had been damaged.
Even the Grave Mounds themselves.
Had mostly collapsed.
Some still had rotten coffins remaining, while