The swollen man opened his mouth and rasped, "Welcome... to your... arrival..."
Ai Qing reached out, shook him slightly, then let go.
The thing that once belonged to the security supervisor turned around and writhed ahead to lead the way, "Lunchtime... has... come... Need to first..."
"After inspecting the sealed items," Ai Qing said.
"No... no problem..."
The 'security supervisor' replied vaguely, leading her through the gates and corridors, into a hall that hung with countless enormous rotting organs.
All the way down.
In the shadows of those mutated creatures, countless viscous bubbles rose, as if something amorphous was crawling within them. Yet when Ai Qing's shadow swept over, fleeting flames faintly appeared, and a vague, fierce wail echoed in the void.
At her feet, the outline of an angry Incendiary Bull cast a menacing shadow.
