Suddenly, a hand full of mud and filth stretched out from the swamp and grabbed Lu Li's wrist. Anna counterattacked instantly, and the invisible air cut off the muddy hand. However, the psychic gun and Fran's bracelet slipped from the hand and were slapped into the swamp.
The psychic gun emitted green smoke as if it had fallen into lava, and the bracelet was swallowed up by the mud, and bubbles bubbled up.
More palms reached out of the mud, grabbed Lu Li's body, and dragged him downward.
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Invisible smoke emerged from the psychic gun in the holster, and the swamp had completely engulfed Lu Li's lower body, extending to his chest.
Endless, disgusting mud arms emerged from the swamp, entangled Anna, making it impossible for her to save people.
Qiao Qiao, who hid under the dead tree not far away, saw that Lu Li's chest had been submerged in the mud. Anna, who was angry and fighting back, could not get rid of the mud arm. She gritted her teeth and buried her head in avoiding the mud falling from the sky, and ran quickly towards Lu Li.
She threw herself in front of Lu Li, grabbed Lu Li's raised arm tightly, gritted her teeth and tried to drag him back, but her strength was insignificant and incomparable to the countless mud arms under the swamp.
Just when Qiaoqiao, who was covered in mud, was desperate and helpless, she suddenly felt that the surroundings had become quiet.
The sound of tearing the air and the sound of mud slapping against the swamp disappeared, and only a steady stream of cold malice seeped from Anna's direction.
Qiao Qiao, who was lying outside the swamp and holding Lu Li, raised her head in confusion. What she saw in her eyes was beyond her comprehension.
The savagely growing vine-like mud arms stopped in the air, slowly retreated, and retracted into the mire.
Qiao Qiao tilted her head in surprise. The mud that Anna tore into pieces was like a living thing, and was left back in the mud like water droplets.
More importantly than these, Lu Li no longer fell downwards.
Qiao Qiao tentatively loosened her grip on her arms slightly. Just as she had guessed, Lu Li did not continue to be swallowed by the quagmire.
But why...because of the Mother of Swamps?
Silence continued in the clearing, and with the last arm and the last piece of mud falling back into the mud, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
Except for Lu Li who was still stuck in the quagmire.
The silence lasted for a few seconds, and was broken by the swelling of wet mud in front of Lu Li.
A pair of mud-covered palms stretched out from under the mire. The left hand was thick and the right hand was slender, like the hands of a man and a woman.
The thick clay hand held a clean, old dark green bracelet.
The slender clay hand reached out to Lu Li and gently caressed Lu Li's face.
Everything fell silent with this scene.
If there is a seemingly nonexistent sadness, it fills the space.
Looking at this scene, Anna silently gathered her breath, lowered her body, and listened to the gradually weakening sound of the sanity counter.
She did not completely let down her guard, but still gathered some of her strength to hang over Lu Li - even though what had happened before had shown that this behavior was useless and would only make Anna let go before Lu Li was painfully torn in half.
The slender clay hands caressed Lu Li's face. The dirty palms left no trace except the cold temperature.
Only the upper part of Lu Li's chest was exposed from the mud, and he began to slowly emerge from the mud, and his slender mud hands left Lu Li.
The strange thing is that after Lu Li rose, there was no mud in the area that was originally submerged, as if he had just fallen into a leaf litter instead of a dirty and putrid mud swamp.
What was also sent back to the ground was his psychic gun. The silt spit it out, and the sequence 1 of a rose blooming was still as clean and beautiful as a work of art, lingering in the smoke.
Lu Li reached out and picked up the psychic gun, and his thick clay hand approached Lu Li at this moment.
Anna's expression tightened, but her thick clay hand just closed to Lu Li's arm and put the bracelet back on Lu Li's wrist.
The insteps of Lu Li's feet emerged from the mud, and he was sent back to the shore like a baby being treated by the mud. His thick arms and slender arms did not leave, standing quietly in the mud, like...
Two old figures were looking out.
Lu Li raised his wrist slightly and lowered his eyes.
The dark green bracelet looked awkward and inappropriate on his wrist.
After all, he is not the real owner of the bracelet, and neither is Fran.
Lu Li took off the bracelet on his thick clay hand, squatted down, and put this old dark green bracelet on the wrist of his slender hand.
It's very appropriate, it belongs to this hand.
The slender mud hand paused and slowly and thickly sank into the mud.
The mud that swallowed both hands closed up and returned to its original camouflage color.
In the dark, Lu Li suddenly felt that his surroundings became empty. He tentatively reached out and touched the swamp, only the soft mud that could be seen everywhere in the swamp was left.
It, or rather they left.
"It's over." Anna whispered.
The breeze carried the blood rain down, and there was a quiet rustling sound around the open space.
Anna and Qiaoqiao fell into silence. In the silence, the two ghosts continued to move forward and entered the jungle of dead trees.
In the silence with only the sound of walking, negative emotions mixed with sadness, sorrow, and melancholy emanated from Anna and lingered around them.
Anna is already powerful enough that her emotions can affect her surroundings, like an elm forest.
But before that, she had always been in good control. Until Lu Li fell into danger and she lost her mind, and she became sentimental due to the "quagmire of drowning people".
Only Lu Li could hear the long-lost mother of the swamp whispering: [It... is not a good resident... why would it let you go...]
"Because of feelings."
Lu Li's voice made Anna raise her eyes.
【What is emotion...】
"You can know the emotions that drive you to do anything from your servant's memory." Lu Li raised his hand to cover the wound on his abdomen. The pull when he was stuck in the mud caused some cracks in the wound, but no blood seeped through the bandage.
[I know it...but I can't understand it...]
"Shadow Swamp is your territory. A group of uninvited guests break in and call your enemies. They want to take away your territory and kill you. You resist them. This is called anger."
The mother of the swamp is like a child with a strong thirst for knowledge, constantly whispering: "I have no anger... I just expel... kill them..."
"You are angry, but you don't realize it."
The Swamp Mother stopped talking. She might be thinking, or she might not agree with Lu Li's idea.
"Blink."
Lu Li stopped, tilted his head for a few seconds, then looked forward, following the flickering shadow figure through the dense jungle, and continued: "You think it is the instinct of survival, and instinct is a part of emotion, and emotion is also a part of instinct."
Swamp Mother slowly whispered: [I want to think carefully...]
The sculpture no longer whispers.
"What did it ask?" Anna's questioning voice sounded next to her.
Lu Li looked at the pair of scarlet pupils that were striking in the darkness: "It can't understand what just happened."
Anna understood: "They think you are Fran..."
"Um."
Lu Li nodded and looked forward.
A thick banyan tree appeared in sight, mixed in the forest of dead trees. It was eye-catching but difficult to notice in the dark environment.
They were already approaching the depths of the swamp.