What?

Hot liquid kept spraying over, sometimes even accompanied by twitching lumps.

Wang Yu's face was deathly pale, and she opened her eyes with trembling hands, but all she could see was darkness.

The sensation on my eyes began to feel wet and sticky, as if it was about to slide off.

Wang Yu immediately reached out and pulled the hand back, holding it in front of his eyes. The soft, water-ball-like feel of the hand sent a shiver down his spine: "Sister, sister? Are you alright?"

A strange gurgling sound came from beneath him.

"Gurgle... Xiaoyu... gurgle gurgle... sound... gurgle quiet..."

Countless terrifying thoughts surfaced in Wang Yu's mind. He gritted his teeth and, driven by his subconscious fear, clung tightly to the mangled body beneath him, tears streaming down his face.

Even crying is done in silence.

My sister... has she been completely transformed?

They haven't escaped yet, haven't seen a doctor, haven't taken revenge, haven't...

Perhaps due to extreme weakness, even after becoming a mutant, Wang Tian's body remained exceptionally fragile, and the mucus protecting Wang Yu's body and face gradually dissipated.

Before Wang Yu could react, a sudden light appeared before him, revealing an exceptionally fiery red figure cowering alone atop a pile of corpses, torn apart by sharp teeth.

The limbs, as if they were loosely joined parts, flew in all directions.

Wang Yu was unconsciously panting heavily, his pupils dilating to their limit as he met the gaze of the giant face that had slowly turned its head after finishing its delicious food.

What...what? He died so easily, his enemy.

As the thing drew closer, Wang Yu's terrified expression twisted into a distorted smile, and he quietly closed his eyes.

"Heh... Anyone who bullies my sister should die."

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the hole blocked by that thing, followed by the sound of a sharp blade being drawn.

At the same time, an extremely oppressive aura, capable of stirring up the deepest fears in people's hearts, spread out, and Wang Yu opened his eyes without realizing it.

He looked at that familiar figure, who stood in front of the two of them, holding a sword in one hand.

It was just a simple, understated stroke forward.

The monster that had driven them to the brink of despair was cut in two with a mournful howl.

When the woman turned around and saw them, she was clearly taken aback. She reached out her hand to Wang Yu and said, "...You're still alive."

"Yes, I'm still alive."

Wang Yu murmured tremblingly, her blood-stained hand touching that slender yet strong hand, and suddenly burst into tears.