Kong Jian was pondering something. He thought he'd heard Liger say something just now.
Something about a "pretty girl."
But her voice had been too low for Kong Jian to hear clearly.
'Was Liger talking to that pretty lady who'd been frozen in place?'
Too bad the pretty lady was completely unconscious and couldn't hear what Liger said.
'Liger remembered the immobilization technique, but she'd forgotten him.'
Kong Jian lowered his head and watched an insect that had come from who-knows-where.
It was crawling all around his shoe.
Kong Jian squatted down, reached out, and gently pinched the back of a thick caterpillar. The caterpillar was soft and squishy, yet it felt as if it had a hard spine.
The caterpillar, feeling its life was in his grasp, turned its head toward Kong Jian's hand and opened its mouth to bite.
But the instant its mutated mouth drew near, it was overcome by a sense of dread.
A primal fear seemed to wash over it from all sides.
