After Bobo approached, Su Ming received the same answer from Strangle: the hair did indeed belong to Diana.
There were also scattered footprints and climbing marks around the edge of the sinkhole. She might have encountered something here before falling into the pit.
"You were right, Bobo. The owner of this hair is Diana." Su Ming crossed his arms and looked back at the sinkhole by his feet. "And she should have gone down there. What we saw in the footage was only because she happened to be obscured by an illusion when she touched the tree."
The gorilla's furry head leaned over the sinkhole to peer downward, then quickly drew back.
The invisible bottom of the pit, along with the unknown black mist churning within it, made him feel very uneasy.
"Are we really going down there?" Bobo took out a metal flask and gulped down a swig, baring his teeth. "It's not that I'm scared or anything, but I've seen nearly every Hell there is, and I've never seen anything this strange. Can you feel it? The cold is like tiny bugs, boring through our skin. That isn't a good sign."
An animal's instinct was to seek fortune and avoid danger. Bobo could keenly sense that whether there was another dimension, space, or even another world below, it was dangerous.
Su Ming slowly floated above the enormous hole. The rolling black clouds below began to surge, forming threadlike strands as though they wanted to drag him in.
He looked at Harley and Bobo by the sinkhole and said, "I once heard a very sensible saying: 'When you have diarrhea, don't trust any fart.' It means that the more urgent things are, the more cautious you need to be. So trust me, I only suggested entering the sinkhole because