Song Zhang suppressed the urge to vomit, covering his face as he retreated inside the door, waving his hand toward the dark.
Several agile figures immediately leaped out from the darkness, swiftly carrying away the burlap bags.
Song Zhang first went to the side room and washed his hands three times vigorously before trudging to the dining hall.
The meal was nearly finished, and Mrs. Song noticed her husband returning, called her children, and left first.
As she passed by Song Zhang, she wrinkled her nose and whispered, "Why do you have a strange smell on you, it's nauseating..."
Mrs. Song suspiciously scanned Song Zhang up and down, finding no source of the stench, then departed.
After she left, Song Zhang immediately lifted his sleeve to sniff, "There's clearly no smell anymore, is my sister's nose that sensitive?"
He should have just changed clothes earlier.
This inevitably reminded him of Qin Yao's blood-covered body, and the three large burlap bags...
"Ugh—"
