"Frogs! Bullfrogs! And delicious snails! All in a nice, hot soup pot!"
"Make way, your stall is blocking the path!"
"How about I trade this cowhide for your knife? If you don't want that, then how about for..."
The sounds reached them before they saw anyone. Freddy pushed open a half-rotten wooden door, and a chaotic yet somewhat thriving underground world unfolded before the two newcomers to the Shadow Land.
Unlike the miserable, sorrowful, and bizarre atmosphere of the Jiaomao Peak District, the Semi-submerged Area was overwhelmingly full of life. Everyone walked on muddy ground amid a tangle of pipes and collapsed ancient structures. Residents' small shacks and stalls clung to these ruins that had sunk into the Shadow Land, and some of the "bigger shops" even had signs made of wooden planks.
In this market, Rorschach sensed... a damned sense of life.
