"I'll go find the map!"
The dwarf ran towards the intestine hanging from the ceiling fan, which after being flung out, hung there dripping fresh blood.
After the dwarf pulled the intestine down, he held it with his hands and began squeezing from one end to the other.
Squish! Squish!
All sorts of filth oozed out.
The stench was overwhelming.
"Don't just stand there; search the intestines!"
Lin Baici urged, as he too ran toward a Pig-Headed Man's corpse.
Everyone, afraid of further mishaps, acted immediately, even the proprietress, who, despite her disgust, began rummaging through the intestines.
"Once we get out of here, I'm making Lin Baici lick my feet!"
Nangong Shu grumbled to himself, "I, a glamorous and charming proprietress, engaging in such dirty work—
is that appropriate?"
Twenty minutes later, after having searched all the corpses' intestines, they gathered all the iron lumps they found.
