Pfft!
A short, muffled sound rang out without warning inside Luo Fan's room in the RV.
The sound came so abruptly that it was as though someone had burst a bubble right beside his ear.
Luo Fan's words cut off, and he froze on the spot.
Before he could even identify where the sound had come from, an indescribable stench invaded his nostrils, aggressively filling the cramped space inside the vehicle.
The smell disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, dissipating completely within a few breaths as though it had never existed.
But Luo Fan's sense of smell was not so easily fooled. The stench lingered in his nostrils for quite a while, refusing to fade.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
To be honest, Luo Fan had seen plenty of extraordinary things since the Apocalypse began.
He had killed eighth-tier Weirds without batting an eye, calmly handled an ambush by four eighth-tier Weirds working together, and even chatted and laughed in the presence of his indescribable father-in-law.
But this situation truly exceeded anything he had anticipated.
He had just called out to the Years Weird several times without receiving an answer, growing so annoyed that he casually said, "Even a fart would do."
And the Years Weird had actually let one out.
Not right there, either. He had specifically sent it across the barriers of space and time for Luo Fan to smell from afar.
The precision of that maneuver left Luo Fan unsure whether to praise his attention to detail or call him sick in the head.
"Father-in-law."
Luo Fan took a deep breath, suppressing his mingled amusement and annoyance as he addressed the empty room.
His tone was considerably calmer than before, at least returning to his usual steady manner of speaking. "You heard me calling you,