Bang bang bang.
Bang bang bang.
A knock came from outside the bathroom.
After a brief silence.
Click.
Creak—
Accompanied by a harsh, grating noise, the bathroom door opened from outside.
A frigid wind howled in, and the blurry bathroom walls quickly became covered in frost.
The tiny sounds of freezing were like countless ants crawling around.
Curled up in the bathtub, Baimu lowered his breathing even further, preventing himself from exhaling visible mist.
He looked at the bleeding palm covered in time by Corsola's smoke-like tentacles, and at the now-docile Dreepy. He felt slightly uneasy, yet believed he had followed the clue's instructions.
At least, before the other party came knocking, everything had remained quiet. He had not only refrained from making a sound, but had also reduced the extent of every movement as much as possible.
As for the smell of blood...
Although Corsola's smoke-like tentacles seemed able to conceal odors, quite a bit must have spread before that.
To be honest, there was no way to avoid such a thing.
Even without the smell of blood, his body still retained the scent produced by making Fragrance Essence for so long. No matter how hard he tried to remove the smell from his clothes and body, it was impossible to eliminate it completely.
However, the clue had only told him not to make a sound. It had not mentioned the smell on his body or any movements... Could the other party be some kind of existence with extremely sensitive hearing, or one that possessed only hearing?
Baimu's body tensed slightly as he prepared for the other party to pounce.
When it was time to strike, he would strike.
The moment the other party attacked, he would have to fight back. He was not truly lying in the bathtub