Chương 118: Chapter 114 The Green-Faced Fangs Aren't Green at All

The cool breeze swept across the fields, with the lush green leaves trembling slightly.

In the darkness, the occasional chirping of insects and croaking of frogs arose, yet that sinister figure ahead was completely still, an oppressive atmosphere spreading around it that sent chills down one's spine.

The young girl dared not make a sound or even move a hair, and after a long wait, the figure once again bent down, the sound of flesh being chewed resumed, and the thick scent of blood spread across the field.

Not even the fragrance of the earth and vegetation could neutralize this nauseating odor.

In the dead of night, with the moon gradually covered by dark clouds, a solitary young man and woman lay in the field, watching a "badger" consume flesh and blood.

It seemed as if only those sinister sounds existed between heaven and earth; time appeared to slow down, making the silent, cold darkness particularly unbearable.