There was... no water here at all!
And this wasn't the bottom of a well!
What kind of world was this...?
The sky was a sickening dark red, like congealed blood.
There was no sun, no clouds—only countless twisted, blood-red tendrils squirming slowly across the firmament.
The land was a deathly gray-white, and the plants growing from it were not normal flora.
Instead, there were dark purple vines that pulsed like blood vessels and grotesque trees covered in pained human faces!
The air was thick with a smell that mixed rust, rot, and a cloyingly sweet, metallic stench.
'This... What is this place?!'
Jiang Che was horrified.
Just then, Jiang Che's gaze suddenly froze.
Not far from him, on the gray-white ground, lay a stark white skeleton.
Though the clothes on the skeleton were decayed beyond recognition, their style was still faintly discernible.
It was the Young Servant from Li Yuanwai's Mansion, the one he had killed and thrown into the well!
'So that's what happened...'
