"Someone's dead...!"
The voice was extraordinarily shrill, as though its owner had seen something utterly terrifying.
It came from the ring of tents around the bus.
Whoosh!
Swish!
The Sequence Transcendents in the group reacted swiftly, shooting toward the sound like arrows from a bow.
Then...
A nauseating sight met everyone's eyes.
A pen had been erected in the clearing between the tents.
Inside were the sheep they had taken from those women.
At that moment, four sheep were gathered around a human-shaped object, chewing voraciously.
The human-shaped object had already had its limbs and head gnawed off.
Tooth marks covered its torso.
Its entrails trailed across the ground.
They steamed in the morning light.
The sight was unbearable.
Wang Ying was the first to speak. "What happened?"
The person who had screamed was a woman from the convoy.
She sat slumped on the ground, staring in terror at the scene inside the sheep pen, her entire body shaking like a leaf.
Zheng Yong walked up and glanced into the pen.
His brow furrowed tightly.
"Who is that?"
A burly man with bleary eyes crawled out of a tent.
The moment he saw the horrifying sight in the pen, his whole body shuddered, and he cried out, "Xiao Liu! That's Xiao Liu!"
"He said last night that he was going out to find somewhere to relieve himself, but he never came back..."
"I... I should have come out to look for him!"
The burly man sighed and groaned, his face full of regret.
The onlookers, however, said nothing.
You're an ordinary person. Even if you'd come out, what could you have done?
At most, there would have been another corpse.
Cao Xianming approached, with Qi Peiliang beside him.
"What's going on with those sheep?"
His voice was low, his gaze