Kapitel 235: Chapter 228: The Dead, 3_1

The water waves gradually subsided, breaking apart and blending in all directions.

The soles of the cowhide boots made contact with the ground, and the yellow muddy water crawled slowly up the seams at the base, flowing upward against the capillaries.

Under the elm tree.

Huang Ziyi was soaked through and through, a string of raindrops dripping down from his chin. The blood hole that pierced through his chest was startlingly gruesome, the spilling blood dyeing the surrounding yellow water red.

Drip.

Drip.

The sound of boots separating from the muddy ground was sticky.

In his field of vision, the black cowhide boots grew larger and alternated in and out of view, causing Huang Ziyi's pupils to tremble violently.

He stretched out his palm to grasp the slippery ground and crawled forward, dragging a long trail of mud behind him. Rainwater gathered in low-lying areas, mixing with the blood to form a reddish-black color.

"Why are you running?"