Rubbing On Some Imperishable Substance
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
An offshoot of the White Mountains.
In a giant sinkhole.
The smoke began to fade away.
The entire mountain was now utterly silent.
After some time—no one knew how long—some gravel lying in the sinkhole moved ever so slightly.
Soon, a head with severe injuries emerged from the bottom of the sinkhole.
"I'm...not dead!"
A voice filled with strong resentment rang forth!
The middle-aged man struggled to crawl out of the sinkhole. Right now his body was a wreck; both of his legs were missing.
As the man continued his struggles, the gravel nearby started to move once again.
A golden skeletal creature clawed its way out of the gravel, shaking its injured head. "I'm…not dead yet. Lucky me…but it's only a matter of time!" His voice rang out, loud enough to wake the dead.
Fang Ping was really disoriented at present. Fortunately, he still had Wealth points available; he was healing his injuries non-stop.