Du Ping, who had just raised his head, gasped, "****," His heart seized, and he felt bile rise in his throat. He involuntarily plopped onto the ground and scrambled backward.
At this moment, less than a meter in front of him, a bloated, moss-covered big woman lay prone.
As Du Ping looked up, his gaze met a pair of pitch-black eyes. Simultaneously, Du Ping saw clearly that this creature had a small head and a short snout. Half of a yellow-brown furred animal corpse dangled from its mouth, swaying. With each movement, reddish-brown liquid dripped to the ground.
Du Ping was startled by the sudden sight. Before he could discern what it was, muttering only, "****," his body shot back like a released spring.
Eating a yellow weasel raw, and one this big! I have to run, no matter what it is! That was Du Ping's only thought at that moment.
