Shangguan Ling: "?!!"
Shangguan Ling was dragged away by those test subjects. A few minutes later, heart-wrenching screams rang out from another room.
They didn't even administer anesthetic. They were dissecting her alive!
The icy blade sliced through flesh, distorting Shangguan Ling's entire face with pain.
Seeing a test subject approach with an egg sac that was still writhing, she struggled frantically, constantly making muffled sounds.
She wanted to call for them to stop and beg for mercy, but her tongue was already gone. Apart from making garbled cries, she couldn't do anything.
She was bound there, lying on the operating table, while face after face watched her with suppressed excitement.
Back then, she had watched others the same way.
The positions of the predator and prey had been reversed in an instant. Shangguan Ling finally experienced that despair and terror.
The white light above her was blinding, so bright that she couldn't open her eyes. It seemed to pierce through her body and shine onto the floor.
At that moment, all that remained in Shangguan Ling's heart was regret.
She regretted not begging for mercy sooner—or simply dying more cleanly.
Amid wave after wave of agony, her consciousness began to blur. In a daze, she seemed to see her own body being gutted from a third-person perspective.
So this was what her body looked like after being cut open. There was no difference between it and the other test subjects.
They were all nothing but blood and flesh...
Just as her consciousness was scattering, a voice pulled her back into her body.
"Amitabha..."
The calm, compassionate voice appeared in this hell filled with blood and death, yet it did not seem out of place.
It was as natural as the light that pierced the darkness at dawn.
She remembered