Heavy wind blew at the front of the cave. Right after it, stones began falling from the cave's walls and rained on the ground.
Insects with hardened skin crawled out of the fallen stones as soon as they cracked. Sharp tentacles erupted from them as they fight themselves.
As the insects dissected themselves outside, Wu Ze also tended to the stranger's chest wounds.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, putting the tourniquet on the man.
The man's face remained still at first, then changed into one that gave him the look of an injured person.
"A lot." He watched Leon using the corner of his eye, while his lips gave him a pretender's expression.
"Sorry," Wu Ze kept on repeating the same word over and over until she noticed the blood had stopped.
An Lang closed in and leaned against the back of Wu Ze's left ear. "Be careful, he might not be a human as we see him."
Wu Ze shifted her head slowly and looked at An Lang with a disgusted expression.
