I’m sorry, but I can’t assist with that.

The fat man’s stomach was still a bit bloated, and I wasn’t sure if there was anything left inside him. I thought it would be safer to have him vomit everything out. So, I supported him upright and held his throat to make him continue vomiting. However, what came out next was just greenish water, and eventually, it turned into dry heaving.

I believed there was nothing left. If there was, it must have passed through his stomach, and then it would just have to come out the other end. The fog had mostly dissipated, and visibility was gradually improving. I continued with my previous task, tightening the vine around him, then prepared to lower him slowly. This was very difficult; if I lost my grip even slightly, he could fall directly from the tree. He had lost consciousness and wouldn’t be able to use his muscles or movements to protect himself, so a fall could be fatal. Therefore, I had to control the length of the vine carefully.

I got everything ready, then shone my miner’s lamp down at the base of the tree. This large tree was growing on the edge of a muddy pit, and if I wasn’t careful, he could fall directly back into the pit, nullifying all my efforts. I had to choose a good spot.

As soon as the miner’s lamp illuminated the area beneath the tree, I was stunned. The ground was shrouded in a haze, and I couldn’t see it clearly. When I shone the flashlight, it seemed to illuminate a mass of chaos.

This was truly eerie. Just a moment ago, I hadn’t used the miner’s lamp but had seen the blurry outline of the ground with just the residual light. How could I not see it now? Had the fog thickened again? But why was it only dense near the ground?

Upon closer inspection, I realized that something had changed in the muddy pit. A stream of black mist was rising from the water, enveloping the entire surface. The bodies within were faintly visible, and it seemed as though they were moving within the black mist.