Chapter: 8
Like a volcano just before it erupts.
Pyo-wol had to spend a long time dissipating the heat.
When the heat finally subsided, he looked around.
All he could see was still a deep black darkness.
Even though he had been here for quite a while, his eyes still did not adapt to the darkness.
In the end, Pyo-wol gave up looking with his eyes. Instead, he reached out and touched the wall in front of him.
The walls were slippery as water flowed for a long time.
He felt fine protrusions as well as bites on my hands.
�Moss?�
Moss is always present when there is water flowing. In particular, such a humid place was the optimal environment for moss to grow.
Pyo-wol skimmed the wall with the tip of his nail. When moss was caught on his nail, he ripped it off.
He couldn�t tell what color the moss was, nor can he tell what kind it was.
Some moss is edible, but some can cause serious health problems. It could have been poisonous, or it could have harbored a disease.
If he can see it with his eyes, he can easily decide, but now the only thing that Pyo-wol can get information from was the sense of his fingertips.
Pyo-wol felt a twisting pain in his stomach.
The hunger that he had forgotten for a while suddenly came back.
Drinking water was nothing more than a temporary measure. He had to eat something.
His fingertips alone wouldn�t be enough to tell if the moss was edible. Still, the fact that he was holding moss in his hand made his mouth salivate.
His worries didn�t last long.
Now was the time to eat something.
Even if it�s poison.
Pyo-wol took the moss to his mouth.
The mouth was tight.
An indescribable hellish taste attacked his tongue. The taste was so terrible that Pyo-wol almost sat down and gagged.
Knowing that once he sat down in his current state, it would be impossible to get up again, Pyo-wol forced himself to hold on.
Water dripped from his eyes and nose.
Since losing his parents, he has been wandering around the world and picking up all kinds of things, but he has never tasted something this horrendous.�
It was such a taste that he didn�t want to taste it again.
Pyo-wol did not throw away the moss in his hand despite his streaming tears and running nose.�
Hell was unfolding in his mouth, but fortunately he didn�t feel any abnormality in other parts. JrNovels.com
Pyo-wol had to spend a long time dissipating the heat.
When the heat finally subsided, he looked around.
All he could see was still a deep black darkness.
Even though he had been here for quite a while, his eyes still did not adapt to the darkness.
In the end, Pyo-wol gave up looking with his eyes. Instead, he reached out and touched the wall in front of him.
The walls were slippery as water flowed for a long time.
He felt fine protrusions as well as bites on my hands.
�Moss?�
Moss is always present when there is water flowing. In particular, such a humid place was the optimal environment for moss to grow.
Pyo-wol skimmed the wall with the tip of his nail. When moss was caught on his nail, he ripped it off.
He couldn�t tell what color the moss was, nor can he tell what kind it was.
Some moss is edible, but some can cause serious health problems. It could have been poisonous, or it could have harbored a disease.
If he can see it with his eyes, he can easily decide, but now the only thing that Pyo-wol can get information from was the sense of his fingertips.
Pyo-wol felt a twisting pain in his stomach.
The hunger that he had forgotten for a while suddenly came back.
Drinking water was nothing more than a temporary measure. He had to eat something.
His fingertips alone wouldn�t be enough to tell if the moss was edible. Still, the fact that he was holding moss in his hand made his mouth salivate.
His worries didn�t last long.
Now was the time to eat something.
Even if it�s poison.
Pyo-wol took the moss to his mouth.
The mouth was tight.
An indescribable hellish taste attacked his tongue. The taste was so terrible that Pyo-wol almost sat down and gagged.
Knowing that once he sat down in his current state, it would be impossible to get up again, Pyo-wol forced himself to hold on.
Water dripped from his eyes and nose.
Since losing his parents, he has been wandering around the world and picking up all kinds of things, but he has never tasted something this horrendous.�
It was such a taste that he didn�t want to taste it again.
Pyo-wol did not throw away the moss in his hand despite his streaming tears and running nose.�
Hell was unfolding in his mouth, but fortunately he didn�t feel any abnormality in other parts. JrNovels.com
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