In the apocalypse, she hadn’t heard the sound of people talking for years, unless they were humans who had turned into zombies. But hadn’t she been injured and hidden inside her mutated space? Why could she still sense living creatures nearby? Had the space in her modified body stopped working? Li Yunying struggled to open her eyes and looked toward the commotion. Before her stood four armored warriors with human bodies and pig faces, groping a slender girl in a pale yellow dress. Her clothes had already been torn to shreds, exposing her fair, delicate skin. Weeping, she endured the half-orc warriors’ humiliation and abuse, not daring to fight back as she begged them to stop. What was going on? How had she ended up here? Could pigs talk now, too?
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