These shattered ghost heads turned into an extremely unpleasant, pungent, and burnt smell. The smell was very strange, like the smell of a pot filled with water boiling dry. It was accompanied by a large amount of thick smoke and fog, which surrounded the three of them.
cough, cough, cough ... pinluo coughed. He wanted to open his eyes after hearing the noise and smelling the smell, but he was afraid to see something terrifying.
In a dilemma, he closed his eyes even more tightly, blocked his ears even more forcefully, crossed his arms, and touched his chest with his elbows, trying to cover up the strange smell he had inhaled.
However, the more he tried to cover himself, the more the voices around him entered his ears.
After the sound of the explosion stopped, the humming female voice suddenly stopped.
The sound stopped. Even with the four Xiang flutes, the courtyard was eerily quiet.
