As soon as Ghost Fang heard the noise, he immediately shone his flashlight over and saw a red-brown tent flap up with the cold wind, revealing a broken piece of mirror.
Through the mirror, he could clearly see two pale, withered thighs wearing tactical boots.
As Ghost Fang went deeper.
He saw that the owner of the tactical boots was a woman whose face was completely rotted away, with a huge hole in her upper body and traces of her armor being bitten through as well.
The slight sound came from under the woman's gruesome ribs.
It was a rat as big as an adult hunting dog, with bloody patterns on its back and a tail as thick as an adult's finger, currently nibbling on the corpse with relish.
"It's a Demon Rat, be careful! Seeing one Demon Rat might mean there are possibly hundreds or thousands more!" Ghost Fang just warned in a low voice.
