Liu Di continued down the street steeped in the style of China in the 1990s.
He saw at least a hundred experimental subjects, each in a different state of misery.
At last, a new situation appeared ahead.
A figure whose features could not be made out was engulfed in scorching flames. His facial features and skin had been charred black and melted away.
He twisted his body frantically and screamed miserably, "Don't go any farther! There's a crematorium ahead! I'm clearly not dead yet, but they're going to cremate me!"
That figure collapsed as well. In an instant, the flames covering his body reduced him to a pile of ashes, which scattered in the wind.
Liu Di frowned slightly.
When he looked up, there were no longer any buildings on either side ahead. Only a dirt-yellow path stretched straight into the distance.
At the end of that path stood an utterly black circular building, surrounded by several enormous chimneys billowing thick smoke straight into the sky.
Figures burning with flames constantly crawled out from both sides of the dirt-yellow path. They screamed as their fingers gouged line after line into the ground. Human fat produced by the roasting flames kept dripping onto the earth, staining the soil.
"I'm not dead yet! Why are you cremating me?"
"It's so hot! My eyeballs have melted!"
"I'm in so much pain... it hurts so badly..."
The wailing never ceased. The sky was dim and gray, as though this were hell itself!
Even though Liu Di had already formed an initial guess about everything before him, the scene still sent a chill down his spine.
Just as he was about to continue forward.
A "woo, woo" sound came from behind him.
It was like a low growl made by a human throat compressed to