Yu Xiaogang watched Liu Erlong, consumed by rage, and wished he could grow another mouth somewhere else. The hand freed from Liu Erlong's restraint was pressed over his mouth. Feeling the foul stench wafting around his lips, he wanted to cry for help, but the cloth gag kept him from making a sound.
Just as he kept making muffled noises in an attempt to warn Liu Erlong, the shit covered by the cloth seemed to sense the restraint as well.
It slipped free of Yu Xiaogang's palm and slowly crawled out from beneath the cloth. Under his terrified gaze, it flew before his face, sprouted two arms, and removed the cloth over his mouth.
It then returned to his palm, controlling it as it rapidly slapped toward Yu Xiaogang's mouth. Why didn't it just crawl straight into his mouth? Naturally, for the sake of ceremony. Fortunately, that ceremony gave him an opportunity.
"Erlong! Save me!" His shrill cry jolted Liu Erlong awake. She was horrified as well. She had underestimated this soul skill.
The fragrant stench filling the room, coupled with Yu Xiaogang's horrifying appearance before her, finally pushed her past her limit. She smashed through the wall beside her and rushed outside, retching nonstop.
"Bleurgh, bleurgh... cough, cough." After vomiting until she nearly brought up her bile, Liu Erlong turned around and saw Yu Xiaogang, who had finished eating, standing where he was and looking at her with pained eyes. She had just wanted to approach him when the "fragrance" radiating from his entire body forced her back.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Gang." Fighting down her nausea, she barely managed to take one step forward and reach out to Yu Xiaogang. Seeing Liu Erlong like this, delight rose in his heart.
Just as he extended his hand, she took a