"Xiaoquan! What, what are you thinking about again?" Wiping the saliva from his mouth, Wang Qiang steadies himself, leaning his back against the corner wall to make his churning stomach feel more comfortable.
"I~" With a prolonged tone, Tang Xiaoquan glanced back at Wang Qiang, his eyes drifting, somewhat bewildered: "I'm considering whether we should clean up that dead body inside, after all..."
"Damn it!" Before his brother could finish, Wang Qiang straightened up from the corner as if he had been pricked, "You, you, you, your brain couldn't have been kicked by a mule, do you know how disgusting that thing is!"
It seemed like he remembered the nauseating scene again, causing Wang Qiang's speech to become stilted.
"Yeah! Xiao Tang, that corpse has been gutted and is beyond recognition, trying to clean it up would be... not easy!" Wu Chao agreed with a frown.
