Yellow Springs Runs Dry (6)
Could you make that comparison any more disgusting?
Expert Fu's meticulous reasoning was undoubtedly reassuring, reliable, and highly persuasive.
But the more convincing it was, the more naturally that final, finishing touch slipped into people's minds, like a gentle drizzle seeping into the earth.
And even though Lisha had immediately grumbled to herself, she still couldn't help examining the strange figure in her mind's eye—the one that had already been blocked from view by the building.
Are you sure it could even get diarrhea?
If it really happened, given its body structure, would its insides be coated in that eerie green glow, or would there be bone fragments all over the floor—stop!
Lisha instinctively held her breath, resisting the urge to slap herself on the head. She felt the terrifying power of Mental Pollution all too keenly.
"Shouldn't we hurry?"
The next moment, she gritted her teeth and urged him on, forcibly distracting herself.
"Yes. This place looks a little deep, after all."
Fu Qian remained as easygoing as ever, seemingly unaware that he'd done anything inappropriate.
By now, the two of them had reached the broken window. Lisha followed his gaze and saw that he was right—the layout beyond the window was noticeably different from the rest of the place. There was actually a narrow passageway.
That didn't seem like good news.
"So that thing was delayed in there just because the route was longer?"
Lisha looked at Fu Qian, sounding a little disappointed as she analyzed the bleak situation.
"That's certainly possible."
Fu Qian nodded.
"Should we still go in and look? I just don't think there's a good chance even Lost Souls would live in a place like this."
"Of course. For one thing, even accounting for this passage, I still think