Han Yi pulled Han Jiaojiao behind him, turned around to embrace her, and gently stroked her back. Han Jiaojiao took a light breath in Han Yi's arms and whispered, "…It's okay, brother, I'm not scared."
After all, this was not the first time she had witnessed such a scene.
The dining area on the first floor had become a true dining area. Countless bodies piled up to form a small mountain of blurred flesh and bones, soaked in pools of filthy blood, almost submerging half the staircase. Some bodies had already been drained of blood, leaving only slightly rotten pale flesh. More numerous were the incomplete bodies—ripped open, beheaded, and missing limbs. Among them, there were even a few corpses of Mutant Beasts—perhaps before mutation they were pigs, sheep... who cares?
For the Alien Species, they were all the same—food.
Lu Changyuan covered his nose and mouth, looking extremely distressed.