"After I was swept into the Yellow River Secret Chamber, I swallowed an 'immortality pill.' There was light in the Yellow River Secret Chamber, and the servants' corpses lay scattered across the floor.
It was a strange place. Nothing there decayed except the corpses.
Clay jars, coffins, gold, clothes—they were all intact. Only the people rotted.
There were no rules, and it wasn't a Formation. The whole chamber was about fifty paces across and a hundred paces long.
Those aristocratic scions should all have been inside the clay jars. There were murals in the chamber, but those weren't what mattered most. Of everything I've told you, some came from scraps the servants left behind, but more came from the 'revelations' the 'immortality pill' gave me.
I ate one of the Mother of Heaven's 'immortality pills,' too.
But that pill was defective. It had leaked out of the belly of a rotting corpse inside a coffin.
I was starving. I wiped the slime off with sheepskin and ate it.
After I ate it, there was more in my head."
He had swallowed an undigested "immortality pill."
For a moment, even Lin Feng was stunned.
There was no Memory Fragment, but Lin Feng could more or less imagine what had happened to the Old Sheepskin Boatman.
The sky and earth along both banks of the Yellow River had changed color, sand and stones had flown, and everyone had been too busy saving themselves to help anyone else. At that moment, the Old Sheepskin Boatman had been swept into the secret chamber beneath the river.
Inside, he had found numerous clay jars and servants' corpses. The Old Sheepskin Boatman had searched relentlessly for an exit, but found none. Exhausted and thirsty, trapped in that claustrophobic despair, a person might do anything.
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