The hair on her arms stood on end, the stench, and everyone's complaints. A great sense of danger enveloped her whole body, suppressing her, making her feel breathless.
It was dangerous!
That was what her instincts told her.
That sense of danger was the same as the feeling she had when she encountered the crocodile that was playing dead.
When the worker poked the crocodile with a stick, perhaps because she was too nervous and sensitive, she saw the rotting crocodile, which should have been dead, tremble slightly.
The buzzing flies made the already bad environment even noisier. There were a lot of them, and they were big in size. In groups, they formed small 'black clouds' and covered the crocodile's body. If song qingxiao didn't notice the crocodile's slight movement, she wouldn't have noticed it.
