The stench in the air wasn't the smell of chicken or pig blood on the hill, but rather it had a foul odor, like the smell of seventeen or eighteen pairs of smelly feet gathered together.
Song Xiaojia couldn't help but frown upon smelling the stench, feeling a wave of nausea, she almost threw up.
Zhang Wenhui also felt a wave of nausea, and amidst the disgust, there was a sensation of dizziness in his mind.
Feng Lingshan's expression changed dramatically, and he whispered to Song Xiaojia, "Girl, you and Comrade Zhang quickly find a place to hide." After saying this, he took out the five-colored small flags Song Xiaojia had prepared.
Feng Lingshan took out the five-colored small flags and swiftly moved across the hilltop, Zhang Wenhui only saw Feng Lingshan's body like a shadow.
