Gao Yang, who always claimed to have nerves of steel, couldn't help but cling tightly to Long Linger's arm, his face filled with terror, "Lingling, let's run away first! This place is too frightening, it feels just like hell here."
Long Linger forcefully pushed him away, "Gao Yang, did you just fart? It stinks!"
After pushing Gao Yang away, she ran far, covering her nose. Gao Yang looked aggrieved, "No, I didn't! I haven't even had dinner, where would I have anything to fart?"
"Stop it, if you didn't fart, why does it smell so bad?"
Long Linger backed away several steps, even though she was already far away from Gao Yang, why did the stench seem even stronger?
Suddenly, she felt something underfoot, it felt like stepping into mud, with a slippery and sticky sensation. She looked down and jumped up in fright.
"What on earth is that!!"
