The soldier, who had a scarab beetle burrow into his body, collapsed on the ground. His skin was withering and turning into that of a dried corpse. His companion went to assist him, but seeing this upsetting transformation, he was taken aback.
The sporadic scarabs were rapidly infiltrating the inn's lobby. This caused the soldiers to become unwilling to stay still, even reluctant to squish the beetles with their feet.
"Don't be afraid, they can't bite through clothes." Tang Zheng stomped on them, turning them into a messy pulp. An increase in scarab beetles would be troublesome.
George was decisive and put down his transforming comrade immediately. The soldiers felt somber, but there was nothing they could do.
"What should we do? Can we really not leave?" Jasons frowned deeply, still harboring some hope. Nobody knew when the attack from the dried corpses would end. If it continued indeterminately, morale would plummet.
