Yun chujiu picked the fruits very quickly. In a short while, she had picked hundreds of them. Then, there was no more. She felt a white light flash before her eyes, and she did not know anything.
Before she fainted, a thought flashed through her mind. Damn it, was it because she had picked too many Hun dun fruits that she was sent out?
When Yun Chujiu opened her eyes, she was almost choked to death by the smelly mud. It was not easy for her to stick her head out of the mud. What the hell was this place?
Yun Chujiu took out the night pearl and shone it on the place. It seemed to be a dry well. Something seemed to have covered it. Yun chujiu touched it casually and found a person.
When Yun Chujiu pulled that person out of the mud, she found that he was already dead.
Yun Chujiu took out a basin of hands from her storage ring and poured it on that person’s head. The dead person was a young girl. Her face was full of scars, and she looked very ferocious.