The street was eerily quiet tonight, and the waxy street lights were about to go out.
Under the streetlight was a squashed rat, lying in a pool of black blood. The pool of blood had long since solidified and merged with the extruded intestines. There seemed to be countless maggots swarming on it, densely packed. Flies were dancing around, occasionally landing on the deformed carrion and sucking greedily, as if enjoying the delicious sweet porridge.
Jing Min immediately covered her nose to avoid the stench, and couldn't help but retched.
By accident, Jingmin kicked an old beggar sitting on the street. The old beggar slowly raised his head. This is a skinny beggar, his eyes are sunk deeply into the sockets, and it looks like there are only two holes left. His face is dirty, and he seems to be chewing smelly things in his mouth...
Intention: None
