Word Number：153 Author：玲珑雨昕 Translator： Release Time：2025-09-11

　　"Ah..."　　With Xie Bi'an's piteous scream, the vortex in the septic tank disappeared, and the backyard of the toilet returned to its usual tranquility. Except for the large sign hanging on the iron gate, which read, "Stay Away from the Septic Tank. Consequences of Falling In Are Your Own Responsibility," still being viewed by those outside, this life of En gong on earth had come to an end.　　At this moment, the En gong, cursing all the way, continued to fall into the depths of the vortex. It was unclear how long it lasted, perhaps ten minutes, maybe twenty, or even thirty. In any case, he fell for an exceedingly long time in the weightless fecal water. Eventually, he suddenly broke through a barrier formed by the fecal water and crashed hard onto a clearing.　　With a "thud."　　After a cloud of dust flying up in the air, the En gong was seen