Zhao Xiaoxiu curled herself up in the blanket and fell asleep.

There is no third person here, and there is no need to worry about exposing your true identity.

Zhao Gang happily filled the entire room with his own flesh and blood, tightly wrapping the cub inside.

An aura of terror emanated from the self-built house and spread outwards.

The mutated plants and animals nearby trembled all night.

Perhaps she was too tired from driving so long on the highway. Zhao Xiaoxiu didn't wake up until midday.

Zhao Gang had stopped wrapping her up and was sitting in front of the fire, boiling water and waiting for her to wake up.

Two slender fleshy tentacles fluttered behind it, occasionally poking the cub's heaving belly, while its mouth was silently stretched wide.

Its bizarre appearance would startle anyone who saw it if a third person were present.

Zhao Xiaoxiu stretched and rolled off the covers, her hair a mess, plastered to her face and neck, her overalls and long-sleeved shirt wrinkled, making her look like a dirty little dog that had crawled out of a garbage dump.

"Daddy~" Zhao Xiaoxiu called out happily as she rubbed her eyes.

The two tentacles immediately wrung out a handkerchief to wipe her face and hands, and straightened her clothes.

Zhao Gang took out a hair tie from his pocket and combed the cub's frizzy hair into two small buns.

After a short rest, the father and daughter set off again.

The trees were tall and the grass was high, so Zhao Xiaoxiu rode on her father's shoulders to show him the way.

The two emerged from the woods and onto the road, following the tracks left by the main group at a steady pace.

Because of Zhao Gang's powerful tentacles, the mutated plants and animals that were baring their fangs and claws became like kittens and puppies, unaffected and unresponsive.

Not only were they harmless, but when they sensed the terror emanating from Zhao Gang, they were so frightened that they sprawled out and ran away with their heads in their hands.

Tiny, mutated mosquitoes tried to bite the young, but before they could get close, they were swallowed whole by the transparent, dense web that emerged from the fleshy bud.

Zhao Xiaoxiu strode forward, carrying her machete, occasionally slashing at the mutated vines blocking her path.

As she walked in, all the mutated plants and animals nearby immediately retreated to both sides like a tide.

The father and daughter managed to make the perilous national highway feel like a leisurely autumn hike.