Just when everyone was tired, Jing Shu pointed to the only remaining grassy area on the mountain cliff. Trees there still bore algae—it was probably the only normal-looking place left on the barren mountain. Jing Shu said, "We've arrived. Let's rest here for the day."
Nothing seemed special about this place. Wasn't it just a bit more grass and a few more trees?
"Oh my God, it's so great we can finally rest," Little Black said as he collapsed onto the lawn.
"Don't lie down!" Jing Shu yelled, but it was too late. Little Black, already exhausted, had flopped down like a dead dog. Jing Shu covered her face. Within a few seconds, screams pierced the air. Little Black leaped high, revealing his bare backside, back, and thighs. Every piece of clothing that had touched the grass had corroded away; even his skin was broken.
Little Black ran, slapping his backside. "Damn it, damn it! What the hell is this? Is this grass poisonous?"
