In the pot, there still lingered a small remaining half-pot of "soup." The soup had long since cooled, its surface covered in a layer of congealed white oil, and the odor permeating the air was in part emanating from this leftover broth.
Cao Tiantian's face slightly changed color as she endured the feeling of revulsion, plunging her hand directly into the greasy liquid, stirring and searching rapidly.
"I have to hurry, if that woman realizes... No, no matter what, as long as I can escape, everything will be fine, everything will be fine. Huh? There it is!"
Soon, in the time it takes to utter a sentence, Cao Tiantian had felt deep within the broth a long tube bone that grated against her hand, still covered in skin and flesh that hadn't completely disintegrated, with finger bones connected by tendons, limply dangling.
Crack!
Just then.
In the deathly silence, amid the darkness filled only with Cao Tiantian's muttered monologue, a strange noise suddenly came from behind her.