A skin without its five viscera and six bowels sprawled on the oozy mud, pallid in color, and yet unodoriferous.
To welcome the bride, Xi Xian'er courted the Water Dragon King for a passage, sacrificing more than just one child.
"If you want to save the other children, now might still be in time, but I sincerely advise you not to do that." Fu Shu's eyes gazed into the vast night, devoid of any light: "Once you encounter the Water Dragon King, it is very easy to lose yourself, and too many have been buried under that great river outside town, with countless lost souls weeping every night."
Gao Ming heard no cries of lost souls, only the slow sounds of the river that flowed from the end of a Deep Nightmare, dissolving into the other side of the murkiness of night.
He dug a shallow grave, buried the body of the child, and followed the broken shards of joy left in the ground for a few dozen meters, then a somewhat ancient wooden arch bridge appeared before him.
