Cold and sticky, like sinking into a bottomless pool.
Su Wan opened her eyes suddenly, and her vision was blocked by a blinding red. The thick red silk cloth that smelled of old rust covered her head, making her breathless. The hard wooden board beneath him made a "squeaking" groan as it shook slightly. The air was filled with the unique choking smell of burning incense candles and paper money, mixed with a... Vague rotten smell.
She moved, her hands and feet were cold, and they were tightly bound to her sides by rough hemp ropes, unable to move. There was monotonous and repetitive wind and percussion music in my ears, the sound of suona was sharp and harsh, and the beating of gongs and drums made people panic, occasionally mixed with a few suppressed sobs that could not be distinguished from tears or laughter.
