Another day passed.
Songze.
It was deep into the night, and the distant sky was shrouded in hazy moonlight. The entire mountain forest was enveloped in darkness, its innate gnashing and clawing submerged in a sea of lifeless light, despondent and feeble.
A Leech Person with blue-gray skin, carrying a double-barreled shotgun, was slowly traversing this area.
His muscles undulated up and down; It was unclear whether he was walking with his deformed feet or wriggling with some other part of his body.
After wriggling forward for a while, the Leech Person suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He let out hoarse, rasping breaths, stood still, and sensed the flow of the air and the mingled scents within it through the nostrils on his face and his moist, glistening skin.
