Could this swamp be the nest of that human-bodied silverfish?
What principle is at work here? Is it spatial transmission? Or an illusion?
Why did Nana get transported in here with him? Carrying this, is it really Nana herself?
And where did that silverfish go?
Li Pan couldn't figure it out for the moment and could only look around as much as possible, staying on high alert.
He shuffled one foot to the side and then stepped over with the other, imitating the gait of a monkey, supporting Nana's buttocks with his left hand, while his right was free, pinching his fingers as the Green-robed Man had taught him, holding his index and middle finger erect like the tip of a sword, storing the vigour of his body at his fingertips without releasing it, as if he were holding an invisible torch, to guard against the possibility of the silverfish suddenly launching an attack from beneath the water.
However, after wandering around for a full five minutes, he saw no sign of the silverfish.