C269 Without Zhang Ping's World
A Sky Fox dragged a human corpse through the streets, occasionally scanning its surroundings. An old piece of human skin was plastered to its forehead, riddled with so many holes that the creature could peer through them to observe the area.
"I smell a human."
The fox set the body down and its tail slowly curled upward as it sniffed the air intently.
Around the corner ahead