On the other side, at the entrance of the basement.
Su Ruan shrank back, seeming somewhat scared.
"Sir, it's chilly here."
The man in the black robe laughed loudly and pushed open the basement door.
Once the door was opened, various specimens soaked in jars came into view.
There were limbs from the Insect Race, and human limbs as well, grotesque and horrifying, bloody and brutal.
Su Ruan couldn't hold it in and dry-heaved a few times.
The door slammed shut with a "bang," and the cold air started spreading throughout the basement.
The man in the black robe laughed heartily, removed his mask, revealing a face that could not be distinguished as human or insect.
On the left side of his face was a distinctly marked insect pattern, extending to the back of his ear, terrifyingly.
Under the dim light, his eyes appeared multifaceted like compound eyes.
Not like human eyes, more like those of the Insect Race.
"You..." Su Ruan stepped back half a step, "Are you human or insect?"
