Chapter 62: This Cannon Fodder’s Slap in the Face Stings Terribly (Part 1)

The air was thick with a nauseating stench—a sickening blend of rotting corpses, spoiled food, and the putrid tang of blood and pus, so pungent it was nearly unbearable.

Jiang Youyou sat up in bed, her brows furrowed in discomfort.

All around her was pitch darkness, so deep she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face.

She felt beneath her; the surface was soft and springy, and beside her was something like a cup—she must have been lying in a bed.

At that moment, a series of low, guttural growls echoed from outside. The sounds were hoarse, broken, nothing like...