[Black Fire Teeth Marks]
The bone-corroding swamp before dawn was like thick phlegm in the mouth, and Qin Ye would make a series of gurgling sounds every time he stepped out. The smell of humus mixed with the smell of sulfur penetrated his nose. When he counted to the seventh step, he suddenly squatted down and inserted the five fingers of his left hand into the mud - something was swimming along the earth's veins.
"Master..." The old servant's cough came from behind, each sound was like a dull knife scraping a bamboo tube, "This fog is so purple that it's evil, let's go back."
