Since they had been arguing with Loki before, they didn't hear any noise, and when Godot said this, everyone fell silent, held their breath, and listened. (VIII) (1) Chinese Net ん.81.

Sure enough, there was a slight crunching sound wafting through the air, as if some creature was chewing.

But when I thought about it, I couldn't tell which direction the sound was coming from.

I looked at Godot, who shook his head slightly and continued to listen.

I turned my head again to look at Taylor, who pointed to his ear and gestured helplessly at me.

Just as I was at a loss, Loki suddenly stepped forward: "Boss, I hear a voice that seems to be coming from the southeast. ”

"Southeast?" I turned my head to look at him, and he nodded earnestly.

Well......

I glanced southeast and the map came to mind, and I followed the route straight to it, which was supposed to be a corpse pit, if not expected.

After thinking for a moment, I nodded, stood up, and whispered, "Go." ”

We followed the route and headed straight to the southeast, through layers of dense forests, vigilant for any movement around us, and the creaking sound seemed to gradually become louder as we moved forward.

Although Loki is usually a joker, I have to admit that he is still very handy in some pinch.

After walking for about ten minutes, not far away, there is a corpse pit.

Although he was still forty or fifty steps away from the corpse pit, he could already smell the faint smell of rancid smell in the air.

And the creaking sound has become very clear.

If there was no mistake, the sound came from the bottom of the corpse pit.

I raised my hand and motioned for everyone to stand by, while I held my breath, grasped the handle of the straight sword, and moved over little by little.

With each step, my heartbeat intensified, and the feeling of holding my breath suffocated, at the same time, hit my senses and made me even more distraught.

The closer you get to the grave, the clearer the sound will be, and if there is no misidentification, it must be a chewing sound.

There was no nectar or food in the pit, only pieces of rotten or rotten flesh.

Could it be that at the bottom of the pit is some kind of hungry beast, hungry and gnawing on the carrion at the bottom of the pit to satisfy its hunger?

Or did the Ghoul and Hannibal also come to this Zephyr 6?

Before I could see what was at the bottom of the pit, my mind was filled with all kinds of fantasies and speculations, perhaps due to the fear of the unknown that humans cannot escape.

Finally coming to the edge of the pit, I calmed down my pounding heart, quietly probed, and looked.

In an instant, I just felt that the hairs on my body stood up!

Lie down in a groove!

What the hell is at the bottom of the pit?

I really can't describe what kind of existence I see in front of me, it's like ...... A lump of flesh full of eyes and sparse hair!

The pale pink skin is covered with sarcomas of different sizes, and the sarcomas are one after another, one by one squeezing one to produce a large patch, and almost every two sarcomas in the middle of the gap, there is a naked eye the size of a fingernail, some of which have been whitened, some are still intact, and some are directly into bloody and blurred blood holes, bubbling yellow disgusting liquid.

It's the most disgusting thing I've seen so far!

And this disgusting thing, at this moment, is holding the corpse at the bottom of the pit, seriously gnawing on it.

For a moment, I felt the urge to ask someone to help erase this unforgettable and disgusting scene.

I resisted the urge to vomit and stepped back, walking softly and slowly for fear of making a noise and alarming the one below.

However, Rao was like this, and an extremely unpleasant low roar came from the abandoned corpse pit, and at the same time, an extremely unpleasant smell instantly spread.

I finally couldn't stand it anymore, so I just leaned on to the big tree on the side and vomited.

The people more than a dozen paces away, unaware of the situation, wanted to catch up and help me, but I stretched out my hand to stop them, and then there was another burst of vomiting.

I vomited four or five breaths in a row, vomited up breakfast, lunch, and even yesterday's dinner, and for a moment, I only felt that the world was spinning in front of me, but my stomach was very refreshed, and this unpleasant smell seemed to have become much lighter at the same time.

Am I immune?

I shook my head bitterly, if I had to choose, I'd rather sleep in the carrion golem than smell the more domineering smell far away.

Looking at Phoenix and the others, their expressions became very weird, especially the girls, all frowning, pinching their noses, and looking pained.

Presumably, they also smelled this strange smell.

However, they were lucky, because the smell must have been diluted by the trees by the time it spread there.

I walked briskly towards the group, trying to get it away from the place as quickly as possible.

Regardless of whether the thing at the bottom of the pit is a world boss or not, right now, I only have one thought, which is to take everyone away from this place that makes me feel sick and scared.

I don't want them to see that horrific scene too.

I felt like I was moving quickly, but it was too late.

There was another low roar, and a huge figure, with a snort, jumped out of the abandoned corpse pit, like a heavy bomb, boom, and smashed heavily to the ground, and the ground around it really trembled slightly.

"Don't look back!"

I yelled, but all I heard was retching.

sighed helplessly, it seems that they still saw it.

Presumably, this will be a nightmare in their hearts that will linger for a long time.

Picking up the ugly Phoenix and the retching Cagalli into my arms, I patted them on the back and said, "Didn't you tell you not to look at it, hey......"

The other women were holding on to the trees, retching, while the men, lying on the ground, began to vomit.

Among them, the only ones who are okay are Taylor and Godot.

Godot's face was also very ugly, and his body was still trembling slightly, as if he was trying to restrain himself from vomiting.

And Taylor, who took out the wine bottle from his arms with a breezy face, poured a few sips, wiped his mouth, and let out a hearty sigh: Cool!

Seeing him look like he was enjoying it, I was not good.

"Old man, are you ...... Are you immune to bad smells? I asked, twitching out of the corner of my eye.

Taylor looked at me: "What are you talking about, how can I be immune to the smell?" ”

"And how do you ...... What about indifference? ”

"Cut" he pursed his lips and said, "Just this little taste, compared with the refrigerator in my hometown, it is simply fragrant." ”

For a moment, my face turned pale, and I instantly remembered the intimate encounter with Taylor's refrigerator.