Don't come any closer! Aaaaaah!
The little lizard flicked its tongue, voicing the most terrified cry in the lizard language.
This man was a demon!
No, even "demon" couldn't describe what he had done. Only the term "evil god" could capture the wicked thoughts of the man before it.
The little lizard kept cursing Ke Meng inwardly, but cursing someone in its head wouldn't solve anything. It might even let someone notice that something was wrong with its mood.
After a careful round of Synesthesia, Ke Meng vaguely sensed that the little lizard was cursing him inwardly.
This little fellow... Ke Meng shook his head with a smile. It was understandable, and hardly unexpected.
Anyone who smelled that stench would find it impossible to stomach.
By now, White Sugar, Tangyuan, and the Sand-Salt Worm had all sealed their airways and closed off every part of their bodies that might detect the stench.
Ke Meng turned back to the contents of the pot. The indescribable food was slowly writhing inside it. It seemed to have no consciousness and merely writhed in the pot.
Ke Meng set the lid on the floor and went to the kitchen to get an enormous bowl, taking the opportunity to catch his breath and gulp down the fresh kitchen air.
Mr. Qi Wuke, the professional chef making breakfast in the kitchen, was humming a tune. Seeing that half of Ke Meng's clothes and skin had turned dark, he asked, "Why have you turned black?"
"It's nothing. A shower later will take care of it." Ke Meng opened his mouth and drew in deep breaths.
Half his body was covered in black stains. They came from the foul substances carried in the black gas, which blackened whatever they touched.
"Ummm, is the air in your bedroom really