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When I looked carefully, I saw that most of the thatch was made up of something that was like cotton wool. It looked like the fluff the bug in the clay pot had been wrapped in before.

I was even more alert now and got up. I could only bend between the beam and the thatched roof as I parted the grass stalks. I immediately saw that a blackened little finger was stuck in this “fluff”. When I pulled it a few times, the thatched roof collapsed into a big hole, and two heads that were almost glued together rolled out.

There were all kinds of entangled things that looked like silk cocoons, so the heads ended up hanging in the air. Not only did I see those two heads falling out together, but there was also a lot of rotten meat and ribs.

Among all these things that had been melted and stuck together, I could see cotton wool and bird down. It was only then that I realized that the thatch was also in a fragmented state.

When these things first fell, I had taken a step back to avoid any bugs that might run out. But none came. There didn’t seem to be any living creatures there except for the semi-melted bodies.

I thought of all the things that had happened before, and immediately took a deep breath, telling myself that this was bad.

At first glance, the two heads seemed to belong to villagers, so that meant all the living people must have been bitten and “woven” into the thatched roof. This must have been the habit of some kind of bug, and it wasn’t something only one or two could do.

Based on the number of clay pots, there were quite a few of those colorful insects, and it appeared the village had been overrun with them.

The residents here were either dead or had escaped.

If that was the case, then there were probably a lot of these poisonous insects hidden in every corner of the village.

I got down from the beam. The bug still hadn’t broken free from the rattan basket, but I didn’t dare burn it with fire for fear that it would break its legs to save its life. It would be extremely troublesome even if it didn’t have any legs. I instead flipped one of the bed boards over, gave the rattan basket a fierce beating, and then went up and stepped on the board until the creaking sound of the insect being crushed below could no longer be heard.

The sound of Poker-Face’s whistle floated in through the window; he was too close to the watchtower to turn back. On the other side, Phoenix’s whistle rang from outside the house, indicating that she had already arrived.

As I continued to press on the bed board, I used the whistle to tell them the situation. The whistle couldn’t convey such complicated information, so I could only roughly tell them that there were poisonous insects in the village and to be careful.

Phoenix was dumbfounded when she came in and saw the internal organs and ribs hanging from the roof.

Based on my analysis, after this bug poisoned people, the corpse’s muscles and bones would gradually soften until they could be crushed, and then they would be dragged to the roof, strung together with this silk thread, and then the straw would be glued back together around them as camouflage.

Although the bugs were very big, it would take quite a long time for two adults to be crushed. It was very clean here, so there obviously weren’t only two or three bugs doing such a thing, but a whole group of them.

Snake Ancestor didn’t explain at all, but these people had good analytical abilities, so Phoenix must have understood as soon as she saw it.

If that was the case, then Claw and Asa might not have been so lucky when they entered the village before.

“What kind of bug is this bastard? Move your legs and let me have a look.” Phoenix said.

I kicked the bed board aside, revealing the colorful insect’s broken carcass. Even at a glance, you could tell that it was an unusual bug.

“Oh my God.” Phoenix showed an incredulous expression. She fished something out from where it had been hidden in her outfit, and asked me, “Little devil, do you understand foreign languages? Look at this.”

“I can’t even read Chinese characters, you think I can understand foreign languages?” I asked, noticing that what she had pulled out was a bunch of rough straw papers tied together with a clip. They were full of a foreign script. “What is this?”

“I just found it in another house. There must have been some foreigners living there. Everything was still in the house, but the people were gone. The clothes were all in a foreign style.”

“There are foreigners in the village?” It wasn’t all that surprising considering there were a lot of exploration activities in Shangri-La at that time. But if foreigners were killed, it would be better not to get involved in this matter, because it would lead to endless troubles.

I took the stack of paper and saw a sketch on the first page that looked just like this bug.

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