The capsized canoe overturned, leaving Fang Hong no choice but to hold his breath and dive into the water. As soon as he entered, the bloated corpses swarmed him from all directions. The bottom was like a charnel house, with countless pale hands densely reaching out like seaweed, grabbing at his hair, face, arms, and legs.
Fang Hong's scalp tingled with horror as he struggled to break free from these ghostly beings, swimming with all his might to one side. However, he soon realized that other than being a bit disgusting, these underwater corpses had no special abilities—they were even slow and weak, less so than an average adult.
The bodies, softened by the water, allowed him to easily snap off the wrist of a hand that clutched his own. It was unclear whether it was broken flesh or something else that rose from the broken end like mist.
