The Isolated Island (44)
While they were looking at the black swamp in surprise and resistance, Tang Shun calmly tied his clothes to his waist and walked into the black swamp.
His feet sank into the swamp, and the black putrid mud spread upwards on his legs, not stopping until it reached his waist, there were a lot of black particles scattered, uneven like asphalt that hadn't completely dried up, exuding a stench of rotting flesh and mold.
The muddy water seemed to ripple as if it were alive, cold, and disgusting. He took a few steps forward with a calm face and turned back to the hesitating boy. Tang Shun smiled with a half-smile, with a dangerous expression, his black hair was wet from exertion, and the silky strands stuck to his temples but it only gave him an even wilder beauty.
: "If you delay any later, you will not be able to get to the stone before dark, and you will have to sleep in the rotting swamp forever."