The Isolated Island (39)
There was a murmur-like ringing in his ears. Burning pain spread from his tailbone to his skull, as if a hot iron had been poured onto his back. He even suspected that the flesh on his back had been peeled off by cruel hands. Tang Shun groaned softly and tried to move around but the soreness in his body sent him stumbling back onto the wet, sand floor.
A strong fishy and bloody smell surrounded him, followed fairly shortly by a strange rustling.
Trying his best to blink away the stinging in his eyes and focus his blurry pupils, he looked up.
Above him, an unnatural grayish-blue glow shone on the calm horizon and after a moment of dullness, Tang Shun abruptly snapped awake in shock. Forcibly ignoring the sharp pain in his back, he struggled up, exhaling softly for a brief moment when he saw the others lying unconscious on the muddy ground and looked around cautiously.