Feng Ling walked over in a few strides.
This corpse had died even more miserably. Its belly had been torn open, half its legs were missing, and bright red blood trails marked where it had been dragged.
The scene was too bloody. Wu Wei and Wen Xiuyan both felt like vomiting, covering their mouths and noses as they barely dared to breathe.
Feng Ling crouched beside the corpse and reached out to straighten its curled mouthparts. At the tip was a Soft Needle.
She could practically picture it climbing onto the Ice Cone, piercing the corpse with its mouthparts, and feeding on it.
"The Snow Women should have been these things," Feng Ling said as she stood, looking at the corpse on the ground. "The blood is still fresh. The monster that killed them probably hasn't gone far."
"Could a Hunter have killed them?" Liang Jiaqin asked.
Feng Ling gently shook her head. "Not very likely. Look closely—the organs have been gnawed on. No matter how deranged a Hunter is, they wouldn't eat Contaminants, would they?"
Liang Jiaqin: "..."
He felt that being able to look directly at a corpse already meant his mental fortitude surpassed that of ordinary people, but observing it in such detail... was still a little difficult.
"The monster has extremely sharp claws, and the footprints are chaotic... It probably has more than four legs," Feng Ling said slowly as she examined the corpse. "Its teeth aren't very good. The bite marks are tiny, which means its mouth isn't big."
Everyone silently listened to her analysis, afraid that speaking would interrupt her train of thought.
"Such huge claws, yet such a small mouth... It's most likely a Contaminant in Half-Human Form. Otherwise, its body parts shouldn't be so mismatched."
Feng Ling followed the blood trail dragged