Splash.
The surging river repeatedly crashed against the riverbank, the splashes falling on the cold stone surface, and then seeping into the damp soil through the cracks, leaving dark rings of water.
Luokuke held up a flashlight, the beam shooting along the riverbank, lightly skimming over row upon row of Crab-men.
The blue-gray crab claws swayed slightly, like waves rising and falling, densely packed together, making one's scalp tingle.
Even more suffocating were the eyes on stalks extending from the eye sockets of the Crab-men, turning in unison towards the group of people on the path.
Countless cold, hollow gazes slowly moved, firmly locking onto each person's face, as if even their breathing were frozen by this chill.
In a certain moment, Cheng Ye even wished his eyesight were worse, at least so he wouldn't see the horrific scene so clearly.
