On the surface of the giant three-legged frog, the half-melting bodies of more than a hundred members of the Tu family were sprawled.
Upon closer inspection, these people were in a half-dead state; Tu Qiouru of the second branch of the Tu family had his skin, including his eyelids, melted away, revealing ghastly white bones and vacant eyeballs, melted into the forelimb of the giant three-legged frog.
The fourth branch's Tu Wangmo was melted into the left eye of the giant frog, while her daughter, Tu Wangjuan, was in the right eye.
The members of the never-before-seen first branch of the Tu family also lived up to the imagination, their bodies mostly deformed, melted into the neck of the giant frog, exhibiting a texture akin to a Divine Shedding Scale.
Zhang Fulu felt a chill in his heart, instinctively sensing some sort of pattern in this scene, yet unable to pinpoint it.
"Do you still remember the murals in the stone chamber?"
