In the Miao Village, the warm spring sun filtered through the intertwined branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
All around, towering trees stood lush and green, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, whispering softly.
Unknown wildflowers bloomed wantonly, red, pink, purple, scattered like stars among the grass, the rich fragrance of flowers filling the air, adding a touch of leisurely vitality to this Miao Village.
In the distance, the sound of a murmuring stream could be heard, playing a soothing melody.
However, in this picturesque and poetic scene, Shi Ying suffered the backlash of the malevolent insect.
In an instant, a bone-piercing pain engulfed her completely like a surging tide.
Her body felt as though struck by lightning, convulsing suddenly, and she collapsed to the ground without warning.
