Blargh... It stinks.
Chen Yu knew something was wrong the moment his senses entered.
The shack reeked of a pungent mix of stale sweat, the acrid stench of excrement, and mineral dust. This pure Spiritual Attack was somehow worse than having a pair of size-seven shoes stomping all over a Slime's head.
'I can't take it anymore.'
Chen Yu promptly cut the sensory link, leaving this "pleasure" to the two chubby brothers.
The nurse duo, heaving their chubby bodies along, struggled to navigate the dimly lit, cluttered gaps within the shack.
A pitch-black illusion covered them, making them look like two slowly moving ink stains that blended perfectly into the darkness of the corners.
HEAVE... HO... HEAVE... HO...
After quite some effort, the two little guys finally reached their destination—the shadows behind the Dwarf's cot.
