That look was all too familiar. It was exactly the same as the expression Little Bao had shown earlier. Little Bao was this woman's son, and the shapes of their faces looked as though they had been carved from the same mold. That made the look twice as terrifying.
Could this mother and son both be agents of the Bizarre Tree? Poor Old Bao. What kind of family was this? Not one of them was normal!
The person who had thought patricide was already horrifying enough now realized that there was probably much more to the story—events even more eye-popping than this.
Still, Little Bao was already dead, and this woman was isolated and without help. She was not enough to make the official team feel intimidated.
He Jin cut off the woman's arm with a strand of sinister energy, interrupting the ritual she had secretly been performing to revive Little Bao. That undoubtedly enraged the thoroughly evil woman.
She grabbed the severed arm with her other hand. Her next action left everyone dumbfounded: she shoved the severed arm straight into her mouth.
Then she began chewing noisily. Once the arm entered her mouth, it crunched like a cucumber. Her teeth were astonishingly strong. Flesh and bone alike were as crisp as snacks beneath them, and she handled them with ease.
If she had reattached her arm and used it as naturally as if it had never been severed, no one would have been particularly surprised.
After all, the Bizarre Tree possessed this kind of regenerative ability. Healing skills were not especially unusual.
But this bizarre woman had actually gnawed on her severed arm, chewed it thoroughly, and swallowed it. That was far more difficult to accept.
The woman's appetite was truly impressive. The entire arm was gone in just