Every trainee, including Zhang Fangxiao, who had already reached the mud pit, and everything done by Ren Minghang, was captured on camera. Lu Xun had seen everything the two had done from before.
In the video, Zhang Fangxiao stood in the mud pit, frowning deeply. This was a mud pit of unknown depth, as large as two swimming pools, and the only path to the mountain was blocked by the mud pit on the opposite side.
Decaying leaves floated on the surface, and thick mud intermittently bubbled, with the stench of excrement incessantly drifting over. Even more disgusting was the surface of the mud pit, where white, wisp-like worms struggled.
To jump or not to jump. Zhang Fangxiao's feet dangled in the air over the mud pit. As someone who usually took great care of herself, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to soak in such a mud pit.
