"Ah—"
"Wanyan, you old dog, damn your ancestors—"
In the forest, the Wanyan warriors cursed and cried out like they were losing their minds. They watched helplessly as their treasures were bitten by insects and stung by bees. Some of the insects even burrowed inside...
Another excruciating day passed, and this poor group of Wanyan people were now neither human nor ghost. Their bodies were drenched in blood, swollen beyond measure. Many little bugs crawled all over them, biting and collecting the remnants of honey...
On the third day, their worst nightmare came true. A pack of hungry wolves passed by, and upon seeing these pale men, they howled with excitement as if they had found a feast of fresh meat. These men, already tormented to the brink of death, were terrified. Some even wailed shamelessly, while others lost control of their bowels in fear.
In the face of death, people easily reveal their true nature. Dignity, courage—all of it was just bullshit!
