He was about to hit up a temple, find some top-notch shamans, and off them again, let their souls scatter into the wind.
He was pondering this when the driver in the front seat swung around.
“I can’t get to a temple, but hell's available!”
The driver's face started to melt, with chunks of flesh falling off, revealing white bone underneath.
“Ahh!”
Grant screamed, then felt nothing underneath him.
With a splash, he was back in the water.
Floating in the murky water hesitation that bloated corpse.
Freaked out, Grant struggled, swimming towards the shore.
Behind him, it seemed like the corpse was staring at him.
Grant felt guilty, thinking the stare was from Peyton.
Scrambling onto shore, he found himself in the wilderness.
The sky was gray, behind him was a green river shrouded in fog.
A bloated figure with wild hair was standing in the water, face obscured, seemingly glaring at him.
Grant sat on the ground, backing away.
The figure just stayed in the water, as if it couldn't get closer.
Suddenly, an idea struck Grant: “Ha! You croaked in the water, so you can’t get out!”
After his laughter, he heard a scraping sound behind him.
At this point, Grant was on high alert.
Keeping an eye on the figure in the water, he turned in the direction of the noise.
Soon, he saw a road about ten steps away and a guy with a shovel digging something.
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