Half asleep, she mumbled, "Something tasty... want to eat..."
Before her words had faded, several tender green vines shot from Yang Yong's waist, swift as lightning, and swept over the man.
The black mud, blood clots, and several extremely fine black threads hidden in the folds of his clothes were stripped clean in an instant.
Yezi's vines curled around those things and withdrew, even letting out a soft burp.
"Burp."
"..."
Yang Yong looked down at Yezi.
The little thing had fallen asleep again.
There was something to gain! Of course he had to go!
Yang Yong bent down, picked up the still-wailing man like a chick, and casually tossed him into the bed of the Demoness Pickup Truck.
"Show the way."
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
The man lay prone, trembling all over with excitement, and shakily raised a hand to point northwest, beyond the village.
"Black Water Marsh... it's, it's over there, less than thirty kilometers away!"
Yang Yong jumped into the passenger seat, and Long Ya followed, settling into the back seat.
The Demoness Pickup Truck roared to life and shot out of the village like a streak of blue light.
The gray mist automatically billowed aside in front of the truck, leaving an extremely narrow path.
Thirty kilometers away.
At the edge of Black Water Marsh.
The wind stank.
The rank odor of rotting water plants mixed with dead fish and decaying shrimp rolled out from deep within the marsh in waves, wrapped in gray mist.
The entire world was a murky gray, with visibility under ten meters.
The mud underfoot was soft and sticky, and every step brought up half a foot of black water.
A convoy was half sunk in the mud.
The front of every vehicle had already sunk halfway down, leaving