Special Reward

After the Elder Zoog made the decision, in the celebration of the Zoog tribe, Gu Jun was stuffed deeper into the wooden barrel, and the lid was firmly fixed on. They left a small air hole for air filtration, but it was clear that the oxygen density had decreased because Gu Jun soon felt a dullness to his mind. At a time like this, it was probably a good thing that he could not feel his body, or else the discomfort would probably increase manifold.

'F*ck…' Gu Jun opened his eyes, and the grain of the wooden barrel stared back at him. He was really not expecting to one day end up like this. Losing control of his whole body, unable to speak, only able to move his eyes, and his fate left in the hands of some rodent-like creatures. In his current state, he could not even end his own miserable life or fall asleep.