"Blood scent? Where?"
Yao Jun shrugged his nostrils, but he couldn't smell anything. The weather was too cold, and every breath felt like tiny knives were slicing inside his nostrils. If there really was a blood scent, it must be his own blood.
"Is the detector responding?"
Bi Fang adjusted the detector again, but there was no response.
Yao Jun touched his head in confusion. "No response, huh? There isn't anyone around, right?"
"Maybe we've lost the detector, or maybe the other party wasn't prepared, but I definitely smelled blood, and it was strong."
"But I didn't smell anything at all." Yao Jun took a strong sniff but still nothing. "In such cold weather, any blood would have frozen, right? How could the scent drift? Are you a dog's nose?"
"Don't ask, if you ask, it's a talent." Bi Fang didn't explain further and cautiously jogged towards the smell in the air.