บท 893: Burial of Gods

His expression was one of extreme fright. It was as if he had just seen something terrifying.

His body trembled as he stood up. He wanted to run away. However, his body did not cooperate with him. He fell to the ground with a thump.

Was there poison?

He was conscious, but his body felt soft and powerless. Even moving his fingers was hard.

Creak! The door opened. Miao Qingfeng walked in from the outside with a smile on his face.

"Congratulations, the chief has made a decision. Go to the Burial of Gods Lake. It is almost time. Prepare to enjoy the scenery of the lake."

The night was quiet and calm. It was even more so in this seemingly paradise-like place.

Next to the stockade, there was a large lake. At night, it looked quiet and calm without any ripples.

On the lakeshore, there were several torches and people. In the water, there was a small bamboo raft. A man was lying on it.

Mmph!