Dazed.
Jiang Qiao felt as if his head were splitting, as though he had drunk several bottles of the strong liquor Pan Zi's family had bought.
It had been many years.
It had been many years since he had felt this miserable.
"Damn..."
"What is this place..."
His voice was somewhat hoarse. He barely managed to support himself as he crawled up from the ground.
Here...
It seemed to be a grassland?
After he had just crashed into that dark-green cloud, he discovered that the seemingly drifting cloud was actually hard. The collision had sent him reeling, and he had nearly fainted.
It took him quite a while to recover.
"There's space inside that cloud... Am I in the space inside the cloud?"
Jiang Qiao covered his head.
He breathed heavily.
His gaze slowly swept across his surroundings.
Then he froze.
"Hmm..."
"Holy crap."
"So many radishes... Radishes this big?"
"Am I seeing things?"
"Is this an illusion?"
Around the grassland, some stood upright, some lay on the ground, and some were half-buried... Radishes were everywhere, and every one of them was enormous!
Damn it!
"What kind of place have I come to?"
Jiang Qiao was dumbfounded.
Suddenly.
The soil beside him began to writhe. Then a human hand resembling a chicken claw thrust out and grabbed at Jiang Qiao's foot.
"Get lost!"
Jiang Qiao reached out and blocked it.
He seized the grotesque hand and twisted it viciously.
Crack!
The palm broke off at once.
The remaining arm, startled, quickly withdrew into the soil.
"Huh?"
"This palm is strange."
"It looks like a dried corpse. How can it have blood and vital energy?"
Being attacked was nothing unusual.
This grotesque hand was not strong, either.
But after picking up the fallen palm, Jiang Qiao discovered that the black, shriveled