The moment Dongfang Minghui opened her eyes, a pitch-black night sky greeted her.
"Hahahaha, I actually woke up at night! That means I'm fine now."
"Wake up properly, will you-" Little Lecher felt that fall had cost it half its life. Fortunately, it had finally managed to hook onto something just before landing, but once it saw what that something was, it thought it might have been better off dead.
"Hm?"
Hearing her companion's feeble voice in her Soul Sea, Dongfang Minghui finally reined in her smug expression. Everything around her was pitch-black. Only after adjusting for a long while did she make out thin ropes all around, with what looked like things hanging from them.
She looked closer.
The sight frightened most of Dongfang Minghui's three souls and four spirits clean out of her. She suspected her eyes were playing tricks on her. After all, vision could go awry in the dark and deceive the eyes. Trembling, she asked, "Little Lecher, am I seeing things? Those things hanging over there are fake, aren't they?"
"They're real."
Little Lecher mercilessly severed her last thread of self-deception. Unable to find anything to anchor itself to earlier, it had accidentally fastened itself amid a heap of corpses-a whole group of hanging corpses...
Even thinking about it felt unlucky. Ptooey.
"How did we end up here? Where's Seventh Sister? Where's Mo Ce?" It wasn't as though she had never seen dead people before. After bracing herself mentally, Dongfang Minghui quickly realized how quiet her surroundings were-quiet enough to make her skin crawl.
"Dunno. Probably smashed into pulp." Little Lecher sounded dejected. It had already done its best. In that critical moment, it had tried to find Qian Wanyu and Mo Ce, but unfortunately, everyone had fallen in different directions and at different heights,