nucmednet Chapter 415 She turned around.
Chapter 415 She turned around.
The mud-covered figure turned to look at Long Chuqing and the other two, its dirty eyelids slightly lifted to reveal a pair of eyes filled with weariness and despair.
Those eyes stared intently at them, as if looking at a ray of light in their despair.
A tear slid down its cheek, silently conveying its desire to survive, as if all its hopes were pinned on the three of them.
Its front paws dug desperately at the edge of the mud, and even though it was trembling all over, it still struggled against the forces beneath the mud.
It... wants to live!
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It is a little fox.
A few days ago, it passed through this place and stepped into this withered forest, where a decaying and damp smell permeated the air.
Its nose twitched slightly, but it didn't seem to notice.
After all, there are many cold, gloomy corners like this in the Heavenly Void Abyss, filled with the smell of decay.
The wandering vengeful spirits and the monsters dwelling in the caves were all things it had long been accustomed to.
But it did not let its guard down.
The ground was covered with sticky moss. He gently stepped on it with his paws, each step tentative, as if he were exploring his way forward.
"Crack!"
The sound of dead branches snapping underfoot was exceptionally clear in the quiet, barren forest.
The little fox's ears perked up instantly, and its alert eyes quickly scanned its surroundings.
After the danger was averted, the front paws that had been hovering in mid-air gently landed, and the animal quickened its pace to move forward.
"Pfft! Whoosh~"
As we passed a large puddle, a bone whip gleaming with cold light suddenly shot out from the bottom of the mud.
Before the little fox could even scream, the bone whip had already wrapped around its hind legs, and the immense force dragged it violently into the mud.
"Ow!"
"thump--"
The cold mud reached up to its ankles, and it struggled in terror, its four paws scratching wildly in the sticky mud, splashing up large patches of filth.
The little fox's demonic power surged as it tried to break free of its restraints, but its strength was too weak, and the power of the bone whip far exceeded its expectations.
It struggled several times, but was restrained by an even stronger force, and the mud quickly submerged its chest.
Then, a cold-feeling claw clamped onto its hind limb from the bottom of the mud, while several bone whips simultaneously wrapped around its waist, abdomen, and limbs.
The bone whips tightened rapidly, their sharp joints piercing deep into its flesh, completely eliminating any chance of resistance.
The darkness and the feeling of suffocation came at the same time, and it tried its best to hold its breath to prevent the mud from entering its nasal cavity.
After being dragged into the mud, those things did not immediately kill it.
What terrifies it is that the things clinging to its body are continuously draining its strength and essence!
A feeling of weakness quickly spread throughout his body, and he could clearly feel his strength draining away.
Is this meant to slowly drain away its vitality?
Realizing this, a resolute thought flashed through the little fox's mind.
It stopped struggling and instead raised its front paw with difficulty to its chest, summoning and activating a fox clan life-saving talisman.
A soft light emanated from the little fox's body, gently enveloping it layer by layer. As the light flowed, it formed a thin cocoon of light, pushing back the surging mud and creating a temporarily safe little space.
The little fox, suspended in the center of the light cocoon, was able to catch its breath for a while.
However, in the swamp, the life-saving talisman can only barely resist the approach of evil spirits and the loss of vital energy, and cannot help it get out of the swamp.
The bone whips and rotten hands that were clinging to the little fox immediately released their hold the moment the golden light appeared.
But instead of moving away, they built a cage around the cocoon of light, trapping it firmly in the middle.
The little fox knew perfectly well that the cocoon of light, supported by the life-saving talisman, was merely delaying its death.
If this continues, once the light cocoon's magic power is exhausted, it will become nourishment for these monsters.
But its demonic power is very weak, so how can it shake these demons formed from resentment?
How can we escape from these monsters?
How to do?
What should we do?
It, which was originally quite clever, now seemed to have its brain fogged up by the mud, unable to come up with a solution.
No matter how you look at it, the chances of it escaping are slim.
Time passed slowly in darkness and despair.
The amulet's power weakened under the erosion of the swamp, and its light gradually dimmed.
It shifted to a more comfortable position, curled up, and buried its head in its tail, as if only in this way could it hide its inner panic.
"It's so dark and cold here!"
Is this... really the place where I'm going to die?
Die in this stinking swamp.
The little fox trembled uncontrollably at the thought of death.
I don't know how many days have passed.
The little fox's consciousness began to blur.
At this point, it barely had the strength to even lift its eyelids.
Sinking into the mud, it could no longer distinguish between dawn and dusk, feeling as if an eternity had passed.
Just as the little fox's consciousness was about to sink into eternal darkness, a strange movement suddenly came from the bottom of the mud pit.
It could clearly feel—as if something was churning and writhing.
"Bang bang bang-"
Immediately afterwards, a series of loud noises came from above the mud pit.
The sounds of clashing weapons, the muffled thud of breaking bones, the vibrations of exploding spells, and a few indistinct voices could be heard.
The sudden disturbance was like the hand of fate tearing away the veil of death, rousing the little fox's nearly scattered consciousness.
Its unfocused pupils contracted slightly, and then it suddenly opened its eyes.
It's... the sound of a human speaking!
Could it be that someone is fighting with a monster from the swamp?
This is an opportunity!
This is its only chance to leave this place!
The instinct to survive overwhelmed all fatigue and fear.
It didn't know who was outside, nor whether they were friend or foe.
But it knew this was its last chance!
The little fox began to rack its brains, thinking about how it could escape successfully from here.
Fortunately, an opportunity soon arose.
It noticed that the bone whips forming a cage around it were slowly decreasing, as if they were going out to fight off enemies outside.
However, even with some missing, there are still quite a few bone whips used to guard the little fox.
Wait... wait a little longer!
When it discovered that most of the bone whips that had left had not returned.
It used all the remaining strength in its body to struggle and break free from the restraints of the other bone whips, desperately trying to climb upwards!
"puff!"
The mud churned, and the little fox's dirty head finally emerged from the surface of the pool.
"Whoo~"
It breathed in the outside air, which, although still somewhat fishy and smelly, was infinitely fresher than the air at the bottom of the mud pit.
It looked around and, in its blurry vision, vaguely saw three figures about to leave.
Wait... Don't go, don't go...
"Help...help me! Help...help me!"
It opened its mouth and struggled to let out a hoarse and urgent cry for help.
Great.
She stopped.
She turned around.
She heard its cries for help.
But... unfortunately, it was grabbed by the ankle and dragged into the mud again.