Cousin Jiang Dalong had been following close behind Chen Hai all the while.
He was originally just one or two steps behind Chen Hai.
But now, this guy's face was blank, his eyes lifeless, and drool was still hanging from the corners of his mouth.
He had stopped following Chen Hai and instead, at an angle, stepped out and with a leap, jumped into the nearby fish pond.
The edge of the fish pond wasn't overflowing with water, it was mostly sediment and rotten mud.
By the time Chen Hai noticed his cousin, both of his feet were already in the muck.
He seemed completely unaware of everything that was happening.
It was unclear what he had seen, but at that moment, he once again spread his arms wide, continuing to advance towards the middle of the fish pond.
If it weren't for the restricting mud at his feet, slowing down his pace, he would've certainly stepped into the frigid waters of the fish pond by now.
