Chapter 509: Not in Kansas Anymore

The stench was dull, a lingering reminder that the zombie had been dead for quite some time.

Whether long dead, short dead, or somewhere in between, the fact remained—dead was still dead. The smell of zombie guts, regardless of the duration of decay, was and forever would be an assault on the senses, an abomination to anyone's nose… especially a certain groggy sleepyhead who found himself in an unfortunate situation.

Xu Feng's stomach churned as he tried to withstand the nauseating stench. For a few long minutes, he fought against the wave of sickness, his body quivering with the effort.

"Hurl," In the end, his body betrayed him, and he heaved, revisiting the jam and wine he'd indulged in not too long ago. The acrid scent of his bile mixed with the foul odor of the decayed zombie juice, creating a cocktail of repulsion that left Xu Feng feeling utterly disgusted.