Mu Qinghe fell onto the ground. At this point, he was only an inch away from that golden string. However, he did not move.
The excruciating pain caused him to unwittingly curl his body up.
The scorched smell spread from his body.
The areas near his wrists and ankles were burned till they turned black, and his muscles curled up as they became contorted bit by bit under such a high temperature!
There wasn't even a hint of blood on his face, making him as white as a ghost.
Blood kept seeping out from the corner of his lips.
His surroundings were clearly burning, scorching hot, yet he felt that his body was turning colder inch by inch. Even his skin, muscles, blood, bones… It was like he was falling down a deep abyss.
His consciousness gradually became blurred. His blank mind was only left with a familiar smiling face.
