"Mmm, I think I caught that peculiar smell."
Dongfang Minghui sniffed here and there with her doglike nose, finally picking up the scent in the dense woods. "Seventh Sister, can you smell it?"
Qian Wanyu never trusted her own nose. What had happened in Return Town had already proven that her sense of smell was indeed no match for Ninth Sister's. "Have you remembered what sort of smell it is, Ninth Sister?"
"It smells a little familiar."
"You've smelled it so many times and still can't identify it? It's the stench of rot mixed with a thick reek of blood. After settling for a long time, it turns into this." Pig Immortal Grass had tied itself into a knot, trying to block out the smell. "No, wait. There seems to be a trace of Corpse-Dissolving Powder in it too."
"Is Corpse-Dissolving Powder a powdered potion that turns corpses into bloody liquid?"
"Yes."
At the thought that this smell was coming from these woods, Dongfang Minghui involuntarily took a step back. Her stomach churned, and she braced herself against a large tree, about to vomit. She had intended to ask the tree about its surroundings, but the moment she looked up, she met two eyeballs embedded in its trunk. She screamed and staggered back several steps. Had someone not steadied her from behind in time, she would have fallen to the ground.
"Eyes."
"Yes, I saw them." Qian Wanyu's eyesight was excellent. She had seen almost all the eyes embedded throughout the woods, the extra hands, and... those scattered fragments of limbs.
Once everyone got a clear look at their surroundings, both Zhi Lan and Mu Sheng turned pale.
Lien's face was taut, betraying no emotion, but his grip on his bow tightened. A breeze blew past, making the leaves rustle