A thick, intense stench wafted in from afar, reminiscent of a person with a bad stomach who ate garlic the night before, didn't brush their teeth, and had violently exhaled all the rot in their intestines through their stinking mouth the next morning.
Li Huazhao had been wearing a mask all the while, but he still felt like he was suffocating.
This sea of flesh had absolutely no regard for hygiene. No offensive smells would likely have any effect on it. Instead, they might even be mutually enjoyable.
As the sea of flesh chewed, it suddenly eased its eyebrows and mumbled through its closed mouth, "This seems to be a winner."
It stuck its finger in its mouth and pulled out a little boy from inside. It exclaimed excitedly, "I've drawn a winner! I've drawn a winner!"
