Chapitre 42: Chapter 42 Stalkers in the Underground River

The rotten taste in his nose seemed to have been fermented for ten months, mixed with stinky tofu and rotten eggs.

The smell made people want to vomit.

"It seems that we have found the habitat of those mosquitoes."

He looked at the densely packed mosquitoes and the wiggling eggs like a bunch of white grapes.

Allen couldn't help feeling sick.

Kenan couldn't resist the urge to vomit.

"Wow!" He spat out all the roast meat and wine in his stomach, and his mouth was sour and bitter.

He didn't feel better until now.

"Buzz..."

Allen looked around and suddenly heard a dense buzz like a roaring engine.

Then, the mosquitoes seemed to have smelled the scent of the two people. They left the inner wall of the cave and were attracted by the two people.

Kenan's pupils shrank and he took two steps back subconsciously.

These damn things came again!

Allen's right index finger moved, and a fire suddenly appeared. He grabbed another piece of deadwood.