But the bloody stench in his nostrils continued to make him feel nauseous.
The steward extended his hand with a grave expression, inspecting it carefully. To his shock, he found that the skeleton in front of him was devoid of even the tiniest bit of flesh, as if it had been butchered clean like a cow.
"How... how is this possible?"
He was somewhat perplexed.
"Eek!" You An, standing beside him, suddenly cried out.
The steward turned to look and saw two round eyeballs on the ground. One was still intact, but the other had been crushed.
"Steward, let's go, I don't want to be here anymore..."
You An couldn't take it any longer, that sliver of embarrassment at appearing afraid was shattered. He seemed to have developed quite a psychological trauma now. How had the gang firefight turned into a meat factory?
