"Welcome to Shuishu Park."
The man who spoke was named Su Ling, and he wore a white overcoat, his appearance scholarly and refined.
Behind him, the cabinet was filled with specimen bottles, each brimming with a golden liquid. Brown beetles with contorted joints were soaked inside, occasionally twitching. Despite being immersed in a concentrated formalin solution, these beetles still maintained their vitality.
However, after the nuclear storm, beetles like these swarmed the wilderness, their presence here serving merely as decoration.
The room was a spacious salon for receiving guests, with deep red velvet carpets and dazzling golden chandeliers. Around thirty or so people were gathered, some lounging on sofas, others standing aside, sipping sparkling wine, and still others resting with eyes closed.
