As for why the corpse of the Ammonite Woman had appeared here, Aoko chose to ignore it for the time being. Whether it was Kos's parasites or Kos's blood, neither interested her. Getting involved would only be troublesome, so she would wait until they reached the fishing village.
However, there was still one thing that bothered Aoko. Ever since she had entered this old hunter's nightmare, every Yharnam old hunter she killed would eventually burst from their corpse with something like a centipede. Hearing that low shout in her ears, she also felt the scent of a man wash over her from that broad chest.
The room was small and built entirely of wood. There were no windows on any side, yet a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of raw timber drifted in, refreshing her. Looking around, she saw several grass spirits sitting on stools, staring at her with wide eyes.
Otherwise, under the unending disasters, someone would sooner or later gain momentum, raise the banner of rebellion, seize the Fang Family's dragon aura, and become the new ruler of the Martial Lord Dynasty's vast territory.
"Xiaoxiao..." Mu Yuncheng looked at Lu Xiao in disbelief. Though his lips were pale and he was badly injured, he still struggled to his feet and walked toward Lu Xiao.
Although Meng Yao looked imposing, not a single punch or kick of hers truly landed on Lin Feng.
"That wine was prepared for you. Drink it, and I guarantee you'll get drunk," the ancient scientist said.
Shen Xingyan looked at the man not far ahead, flexed her wrists a few times, and watched his retreating figure grow farther and farther away.
He watched the aerial view of the battlefield transmitted by the drone on the screen and suddenly realized something—the spotlights at the scene