Cheng Xiaomei stared blankly at the sky, the dense foliage blocking out the sun.
She wanted to reach out and push aside the branches, but found herself unable to move.
It turned out her limbs and head were all fixed in place by a jelly-like secretion resembling amber.
Not to mention moving, she couldn't even turn her head.
She could only move her eyeballs strenuously, glancing not far away.
Several impeccably dressed bugs were sitting around a table, playing mahjong.
The thinly sliced pieces of meat on the plates looked crystal clear, and even the plating was exquisitely irresistible.
Above the table hung a girl, skinned to the point that only half of her remained, her fresh blood dripping down her spine into the hot pot.
Her face bore an ultra-realistic style, her features delicate and young, seemingly not yet twenty.
But Cheng Xiaomei knew that the girl was not only under twenty but didn't even reach eighteen.
Besides that, she knew much more.
