Soon, her ideas were confirmed, and the aborigines pushed her farther and farther until they reached the westernmost side of the village.

Before entering, Ding Yiyi felt the desolation. A vulture squatted on the ground and pecked something. Not far from it, the other vultures looked at it from afar.

She swallowed, eyelid scraps, irresistible thoughts of what she might see. Is it a bloody intestine? Or carrion full of flies?

The aborigines pricked her back with the tip of a stick, which deepened and her clothes sank deep.

She was forced to go forward. Not far away, a white bird had only one layer of skin left. The vulture...