Jiang Hui concentrated and watched for a moment, the next moment, the scene which was originally no larger than a washbasin suddenly expanded at a visible speed to the naked eye, enveloping the entire black-tiled and mud-walled house in a short amount of time.
...
Shen Zhinan felt as if he were sinking into degeneration, as if he were experiencing sleep paralysis; he was completely unable to move, and gradually, an asphyxiating sensation of suffocation came over him, as if he were drowning.
This feeling, he had already experienced it eight times. Today was the ninth, and compared to the previous times, the suffocating sensation was even more intense.
He could feel something thick and sticky, like mud or a river, slowly moving beneath his feet.
However, gradually, this feeling started to change.
It was as if tentacles were winding around his feet, desperately pulling at him, trying to drag him down completely.
"Gurgle gurgle..."
