Dead leaves and withered foliage mixed with slick moss, carpeting the steep slope in a treacherous, slippery blanket.
Qin Lie rolled downward in a panicked flurry, his body scraping violently against the rough ground and protruding rocks. His thin hunting attire tore instantly, and his exposed skin burned with a fiery pain, leaving a trail of bleeding abrasions.
He forced his body to curl up, protecting his vital organs, and let the mud coat him entirely, looking as wretched as a wild dog thrown into a gutter.
Chapter 45