Xu Mengmeng gradually woke up and what first caught her eyes was a low earthen house with a burning stove in the center. Around the stove sat a group of people, heads bowed in silence, their faces illuminated by the fire, taking on a ghastly red hue.
A sudden chill gripped her heart.
"Could this be some kind of evil cult ritual?"
The harsh environment, oddly dressed people, her injured self, and a stove stewing strange meat emanating a weird smell.
This... she feared she was about to be eaten.
The thought triggered a wave of sorrow. Xu Mengmeng, once a force to be reckoned with, who single-handedly took charge in life or death situations, was now facing the fate of being devoured. Realizing she would probably never see her damn father again, tears immediately began to stream down her face, wetting the straw pillow.
Her last hope... They would give her a quick end and not do anything strange, at worst she would return as a hero in eighteen years.
