At the end of the woods, a crowd gathered.

Fu Qingyan was in this soft soil, and the things underneath were squirming. After this vibration, he fell into complete silence.

The loose soil became solid and gave off a little bit of light near dusk. When people looked down, they could only see a patch of soil.

There are things down here, and there are a lot of them. Ana Shen came to this conclusion when he entered the woods.

But now is obviously not the time to ...