The middle-aged woodcutter walked in ankle-deep mud, dragging the felled logs.
The log dragged a deep ravine behind the woodcutter.
Lu Li lowered his eyes to look at his feet, then raised his head to look at the sky.
The clouds in the sky obscured Lu Li's sight. When he looked away, he was surrounded by a dark green swamp jungle covered with moss and vines, and the chirping of birds and insects could be heard.
This was probably the first time Lu Li saw the vitality of this world with his own eyes.
The woodcutter who left didn't give Lu Li much time to observe the environment. With a muffled groan and a sound of falling, the scene shattered, and Lu Li's consciousness returned to his body.
The burning suffocation feeling in the lungs returned.
In the viscous deep sea, Lu Li slowly turned his head. The death of the human-headed worm attracted the attention of the surrounding black shadows, which slowly moved closer to Lu Li like a jellyfish.
One after another, vicious faces gradually appeared around him. Lu Li lowered his head to look at the falling abyss, then raised his head, his eyes fell on the nearest human-faced insect, and he swung his psychic gun to shoot it.
All movements under the viscous deep sea are slowing down, except for the hatred on the face of the human-faced insect.
The scenery suddenly changed, and Lu Li was dragged into a death sequence.
In the dark and damp basement, candles emitted negligible light. A figure knelt on the ground, and the long and narrow shadow under the flames trembled.
Whispered prayers echoed in the basement, and the air was filled with the strong smell of boiled herbs and the unmistakable smell of decay.
Lu Li slowly moved his position in the basement, and his real body was doing the same thing in the viscous deep sea.
Turning to the side of the kneeling figure, Lu Li saw his body covered in bloody bandages and the object of his prayer: the Mother of the Old Swamp.
The prayers echoing in the basement gradually became fainter, and the figure swayed slightly. After a few seconds, he fell down and could no longer get up.
The old mother sculpture was filled with dark red mist and disappeared in a flash.
At the same time as he escaped from the death scene, Lu Li coughed out the last bit of air from his lungs.
The extreme lack of oxygen began to deprive him of consciousness and reason.
More and more human-faced insects approached, bumped into the waving psychic guns, faded, and died.
Lu Li appeared in a wooden house, surrounded by an indigenous couple wearing grass skirts and animal skins who were eating.
His brows furrowed slightly, as he had not yet escaped from the suffocation and coma. Only during the death sequence could Lu Li remain conscious for a short period of time.
A steady stream of human-faced insects would drag him into death, but Lu Li could not find a way to break the situation.
The Swamp Mother has been sealed by the old mother, and Anna remains outside the banyan tree without knowing anything about what happened - even if she knew, she couldn't do anything.
The indigenous couple spoke in a voice that Lu Li could not understand. It was not an indigenous language, but a common language with a strong accent.
Lu Li looked outside the wooden house. The smell of rotten mud in the air and the vines hanging down in the darkness indicated that this place was still in a swamp.
He slowly waved his arms. This action seemed stupid, but there was a high probability that the human-faced insect approaching in the thick and thick sea would be hit by the psychic gun, prolonging the period of time that Lu Li could maintain his death state.
This is his only chance.
The next destination will be the abyss calling Lu Li's name.
Without wasting time to understand what they were saying, Lu Li moved towards the door.
He wanted to confirm again whether the moon he had seen before was real.
But death did not wait for Lu Li. There was a loud noise of overturning from the dining table behind him, and in an instant Lu Li was involved in the next scene of death.
They are still the natives of the swamp jungle village. They hunt on the outskirts of the Shadow Swamp, and danger comes quietly.
Next, the death sequences come one after another, spanning a long time, from the early swamp where it is impossible to judge the time, or the townspeople who were killed in the Shadow Town incident just two days ago.
Witnessing the death scenes, it was as if he had experienced it himself, and Lu Li learned everything about the Swamp Mother.
Lu Li saw the moon several times in the death scenes, but they were no different from the moon in Lu Li's common sense. He never saw the weird, indescribable moon the first time.
The origin of the human-faced insect was also completely confirmed by Lu Li.
They were once followers of the Swamp Mother, or innocent people who died because of the Swamp Mother.
Their souls became part of the old mother's power, and were bound to the old mother's body day and night, with no peace.
In front of Lu Li, a dusty old man carrying a suitcase and wearing an old gray suit was walking in the alley returning home.
The alley was dark with only a glimmer of light, but the old man just held on to the wall and walked a little more carefully.
He died before the disaster of night.
Lu Li, who looked up at the night sky, looked away, his dark eyes slightly condensed.
The human-head balloon with a weird smile floated over Lu Li's head and flew leisurely towards the old man who was touching the wall.
Lu Li stretched out his hand forward. With his slow movements, it was difficult to grasp the hanging cervical vertebrae of the human head balloon, and it was even more difficult to follow him. He could only watch the human head balloon float to the head of the ignorant old man's head, and the cervical vertebrae wrapped around his neck, and lifted it gently.
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The scene shattered, and Lu Li suddenly returned to the viscous deep sea. He opened his eyes, and the human-faced insects floating around him approached Lu Li with strange fanaticism and covetousness.
Lu Li didn't understand that no human-faced insect had come close before, but soon, he would return to the death scene.
Suddenly, a human-faced insect in front of Lu Li was squeezed away, revealing another human-faced insect.
That's Oliver's face.
He stared at Lu Li closely and bumped into Sequence 1 in Lu Li's hand.
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"elder brother……"
Qiaoqiao's voice passed through the cabin door and reached my ears with an echo.
Lu Li was silent, looking at Oliver who looked up at the cabin door in disbelief.
The death scene in front of him announced Oliver's demise.
"Oliver..."
Qiao Qiao's shout outside the door sounded again.
This is how Oliver died.
The fire and the oil lamp glowed brightly and warmly, but when they arrived, the embers were already cold.
"I'm here! I'm here!"
Oliver shouted in response, almost falling into the fire, stumbling up and throwing himself at the door.
The shouts echoed outside the door. He hurriedly opened the wooden chair blocking the door. Just when Oliver was about to pull open the hatch, Lu Li raised his arm to block the opening door.
But this was just a fragment of death. Lu Li had already experienced what he saw, and he couldn't change anything.
Oliver, who couldn't see Lu Li, failed to open the hatch and could only weakly shout "I'm here" to the outside. Then, everything ended here, and Lu Li's consciousness returned to his body and fell asleep.
The suffocation made Lu Li unable to maintain his rationality and thinking, and he fell into a coma due to extreme lack of oxygen.
He didn't get to watch the last scene of Oliver disappearing.
His black hair and coat were fluttering, and his palm firmly grasped the psychic gun. Lu Li's uncontrollable body sank downwards, falling into the dark abyss.
At this time, an invisible thin arm seemed to emerge from the void, gently holding Lu Li's back as he fell into the abyss.