"Liao Fan, watch out!"
Hong Yu shouted a warning.
"Huh? What?"
A dazed look appeared in Liao Fan's eyes as he turned to look back at Hong Yu.
He saw Hong Yu anxiously waving at him and, puzzled, looked down at his feet.
The moment he did, the expression on Liao Fan's face turned rigid.
Just moments ago, it had been a patch of what looked like extremely ordinary, low-lying shrubs—so ordinary that Liao Fan hadn't paid them any mind and had planned to step right over them.
However…
The instant he looked down, he discovered that the low shrubs had transformed into a gaping, bloody maw. The mouth was huge, covering a full thirty to forty square meters.
And he was standing right in the center of it.
'Were those low shrubs actually the sharp teeth inside this bloody maw?'
"No—"
Liao Fan cried out, trying to escape.
But in the end, he was too slow.
SPLURT!
