After entering the small town, Sang Ning had no intention of looking for anyone.
She found a short stone pillar, squatted on it, picked up a stick from the ground, and lowered her head to fiddle with the dirt.
"What are you doing squatting here? Why aren't you moving?"
Li Sulan walked several steps before realizing that Sang Ning hadn't followed, and when she turned around, she saw her squatting on the stone pillar.
It seemed like she was playing with mud...
Sang Ning was very focused, immersed in her own world.
Not getting a response, Li Sulan walked back, stood beside the stone pillar, bent down to take a closer look, and her hair stood on end.
A group of densely packed black ants, the size of fingernails, were gathered together, carrying the corpse of a fly, slowly moving toward a dirt hole.
Sang Ning poked at them a few times with the stick, making several dirt marks; the ants got startled, dropped the fly's body, and scattered away.
