When Qin Manjiang opened his eyes again and regained consciousness, he was enveloped in the Flesh Swamp. He saw the Dim Sky, and... the Guanyin Statue standing not far away.
He, too, had been carried to the surface by the churning bloody mud.
He struggled hard, only to find that he could not break free of this Flesh Swamp at all.
Just then, however, Qin Manjiang felt that he was still holding someone's hand.
With an effort, he turned his head, and sure enough, he saw her.
Her face was still as devoid of emotion as ever.
The woman the Guanyin Statue had turned into was buried beside him.
He tried struggling again, but his entire body was weak and aching. He could not move at all.
Qin Manjiang stopped. He did not want to waste his strength. As far as he could see, the ground throughout Guanyin Village had become a mire of flesh and blood, and the surface had visibly subsided.
He quietly looked around. Skeletons were everywhere, as were dismembered corpses and rotting flesh.
If hell really existed, Qin Manjiang believed this place would rival it.
But soon, he spotted a "familiar face."
It was the Old Village Chief!
Only half his head remained, and he, too, was in the Flesh Mire. His breathing was barely audible, but he was muttering to himself.
"Hey? Can you hear me?"
Qin Manjiang asked hoarsely.
"..."
The Old Village Chief turned his head with difficulty. The instant he saw Qin Manjiang and her, his remaining left eye seemed to brighten a little, like a piece of rotten wood suddenly rolling over.
But the Old Village Chief still said nothing.
By this point, the Old Village Chief understood that both Bai Gu and the so-called God underground had merely been using