Zhu Yu was startled and glanced at the ground, discovering that the ground here actually had a slope that was not easily noticeable, getting lower toward the door and slightly higher toward the tunnel entrance.
She was now standing at the door, nearly the lowest point, so the flowing fine sand quickly gathered at her feet. In the blink of an eye, it rose from her ankles to the depth of her calves.
If she remained still now, and continued to let it bury her upwards, very soon Zhu Yu's legs would be completely trapped in the quicksand, unable to move, only to be buried and finally suffocated to death.
Zhu Yu dared not hesitate any longer and had to make an effort to move her legs towards the direction of the tunnel entrance.
The ground was full of flowing sand, every step was either deep or shallow, along with the sand flowing underfoot and the hem of her dress being pressed by the sand, bringing her more resistance.
