Some things can't be thought about too deeply. For example, if Shunfeng thinks of Yellow Springs as the bathtub of the giant lizard, he'll spit out the water he just drank.
After struggling several times, he finally learned to hypnotize himself, using some soil purification theory to comfort himself.
Xiangyang didn't have so many thoughts. She drank without stress, and I had no psychological burdens either. After all, once it's in the stomach, it gets broken down, no matter how dirty it is, it won't upset the stomach.
Moreover, I was drinking together with them just to accompany them. Not knowing how long we'll be stuck here, if I didn't eat or drink, they'd find it very strange.
After seven consecutive days, Shunfeng's beard had grown quite a bit, but there was still no movement above.
The always optimistic Shunfeng started feeling low, likely due to hunger, to the point where he didn't even have the strength to talk.
