Narrow, closed, muddy.
The metaphor about the sewer ahead is clearly very apt, as this tunnel leading deeper has not brightened with progress.
On the contrary, in many places it has become even narrower, almost allowing only one person to pass, and the tunnel itself is nothing but ruinous and ancient, without any special traces to be seen.
In such a survival environment, a group of people is forced to form a true single-file snake formation, silently moving forward in silence.
The only consolation might be that although this seemingly hell-bound passage is winding, it does not have any branch paths.
Eliminating the difficulty of decision-making, they can proceed numbly all the way.
And Fu Qian naturally still walks at the back.
Of course, he wouldn't refuse Sha Ming's invitation.
Although he's not entirely trusting Sha Ming's statement about Huang Zhixun, this unpleasant depth clearly seems closer to the source of everything.
