As soon as Liu Zheng reached the archway, he had a strong premonition.
One step past this, and it's Hell.
"What to do?"
He quickly pondered.
It's definitely too late to go buy biochemical protective suits now, and they may not even be useful.
"Forget it, if I die, I die."
Liu Zheng gritted his teeth.
Skinny Horse was punished with drinking smelly soup because of him, so they might as well share the trials together.
He took a deep breath and then activated the six-arm mode to block his eyes, nose, and ears.
But the moment Liu Zheng stepped into the cemetery, he knew all he did was futile.
A profound stench brazenly invaded his sense of smell and quickly permeated all his senses.
The smell was rotten to the nose, rotten to the sight, rotten to the hearing, rotten to the taste, and rotten to the touch.
The stench boiled and raged, and Liu Zheng felt their hatred.
Clearly the same thing, why is it stinky, why are you fragrant.
Attack! Attack!
