Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
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Mo Fan kept hearing the rustling of leaves. It was familiar yet strange, but it immediately put Mo Fan on alert, as if something terrifying was going to happen whenever he heard the sound.
His vision was as narrow as a crack. He was struggling to open his eyes, as if his eyelids were stuck together.
A while later, he finally realized he was badly wounded when he felt the pain across his body.
As he had expected, a trip with such huge risks was meant to go wrong. It was like he had been in a plane that had crashed.
"Where the hell am I? The Eighth Mound? Why am I seeing... (Sigh), my head is on the ground. No wonder I couldn't see anything," Mo Fan finally realized the posture he had landed in after his vision recovered a little.
Gotta love Mo Fan's willingness to alter between being friends and utterly slaughtering them.
And where did he learn a word like Inextricable?...