"Damn, I give up! You, motherf...never mind, I'll tell you later." Lin Yi gave Wei Liang a speechless glance, then looked down at his watch.
6:53.
It seemed there was plenty of time, but not really.
"Let's observe for another two minutes; if it doesn't work out, we'll head to the cafeteria first... sort out breakfast, then figure out the rest."
He shifted his gaze to the area beyond the lamppost—a small slope covered with green grass, further out were some plants and tree roots poking from the soil, then a patch of sparse shrubs, and beyond that, the Green Forest Belt.
Soon, a breath from nearby caught Lin Yi's attention. He looked down and immediately saw the tomato sauce flowing under the cobblestone path. It trickled down the slope as if spilling over, its trail forming a sinister network of tendrils as if intending to envelope the entire hillside.