The Insect-man spun halfway around on the wet floor, landing face-up and revealing its ugly face.
It was about 1.7 meters tall. Its body wasn't human, but rather a moth-like, pupa-shaped insectoid torso. The area from its chest to its abdomen was riddled with massive, densely packed bullet holes.
A pale green fluid gurgled out from the mangled wounds, and one could vaguely see some of its internal organs—some shredded by bullets, others still faintly twitching.
"CHITTER... SKITTER..."
It wasn't completely dead. Its body trembled, a pair of long, slender antennae on its head twitched, and a high-pitched, indistinct chirping, impossible to understand, issued from its mouth.
At the end of its oval-shaped body, a grayish-white cloth bundle resembling a waist pouch was tied on with vines. It was bulging, its contents a mystery.
"This…"
The moment they saw the Insect-man's true face, Lü Xiuning and the others beside him couldn't help but reveal looks of shock.
