The girl below emitted soft sobs; her cries were annoying because they drew the scavengers.
Still, that was not all bad. The scavengers, known as the Murongs, were quite useful. Their flesh might be good since there was no knowledge of this body feasting on them, but it didn't hurt to try. In fact, this body was pathetic, at least. The previous host had zero survival skills, if she did, the stupid thing would have not been so weak and would not have died so tragically.
Tch.
Ignoring the abandoned girl, who was still sobbing, while restraining the urge to crack her head like a coconut, my gaze landed on the smooth, sleek form of the murong.
It approached slowly, its gaze focused on its prey, the oblivious sobbing girl, ah… another perfect example of Little Miss Stupid.
Common sense would tell you to live now, to get revenge later, instead of crying, having denial rule your entire being and become a meal for whatever lurked in this forest.
