The damage to his brain plunged Bird into all manner of hallucinations. One moment, he felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar; the next, into lava.
Every kind of agony made him wish he were dead.
When he finally woke from the pain, he saw himself being dragged into the "mine shaft" ahead. He wanted to speak, but no words came out.
His mind was nothing but chaos.
Nausea.
Spinning.
He could not concentrate.
Only when they went farther down did he feel a peculiar attraction. The clay statues and wooden carvings beside him exerted a strange pull on him.
It was like what had happened to Lin Feng at the beginning. After practicing swordsmanship, he had stood apart from the crowd, drawing attention and attraction.
These deity statues were the same as Lin Feng had been then.
At least, their essence was the same.
Namely, gods attracted humans within a certain range, and those humans included not only women, but men as well.
He was drawn to them.
He wanted to approach them for no reason at all.
As he struggled, a movement sent him opening his mouth and retching up some filth.
Only then did Bird clutch his head, coughing as he spoke in broken phrases. "What's in here... what's in here should be what the Jin Family found.
"It's saturated with supreme yang energy. I can't go any farther. For the sake of my bringing you here, if you see anything, and if I'm still alive when you come out, could you tell me?"
His words were almost a blood-soaked plea, every syllable dripping with tears.
His acting went above and beyond.
Lin Feng murmured an acknowledgment. He looked at the mine shaft ahead with a peculiar expression.
"You're certainly adaptable. You know what