The cold Long'an River water is like countless tiny steel needles, piercing crazily along the pores into the sinking spinal cord.
Two hundred kilograms of cement piers locked his feet, pulling him down toward the center of the dark, bottomless river.
The oxygen in his lungs had long been exhausted, and the squeezing sensation made his eyeballs almost burst from their sockets.
In this absolute silence and darkness, Shen Bugui did not struggle like an ordinary drowning person. His bloodshot eyes stared into the void, with a strange dark red light dancing on his retinas.
[It is detected that the host's vital signs are about to return to zero.
