章節 632: Air Fumigants

"What is producing that smell‽" The drunkard covered his mouth and nose as he shone his flashlight into the dog house. Out of his expectations, there was nothing inside. "This looks perfectly clean, but if that's the case, why is it so smelly? Even ruined meat wouldn't be this smelly!"

Resisting the urge to vomit, the drunkard picked up the nearby branch to sift through the dirt inside the dog house. "There's nothing buried underneath either, so where is the stench coming from? It smells like the stench has soaked into the wooden boards…"

The echoes of harried footsteps neared. The drunkard took a step back. Unable to stand the smell, he jumped through the open window into the building.

"Hopefully, the family won't lead the monster here." The drunkard started to regret calling the middle-aged man to follow him—that had completely exposed his location, had it not?