"The wine flags flutter in the wind, and travelers forget their homes..."
Xinghua Square in Haojing is somewhat like a gourmet pedestrian street, bustling with people year-round. Even after days of heavy snow, it remains lively.
The ground is covered with compacted snow, and the sudden outbreak of the insect tide spreads like a drop of ink on a white cloth, bringing with it a stench and ominous aura, spreading suddenly.
The crowd immediately fell into chaos.
Those who couldn't dodge were instantly swarmed by the insects, and screams were heard incessantly. Someone was carelessly bitten, and the wound immediately swelled into pustules, oozing white discharge.
"What is this?"
Fatty Tiger was startled and quickly grabbed Dong'Er's clothes, leaping onto the beam and cautiously peering down.
These insects were extremely bizarre, resembling cockroaches, entirely pitch black, with fleshy tumors on their backs, buzzing as they opened their wings and flew chaotically.
