As soon as he approached, the slightly plump Soldier saw the worms crawling all over Flossie Wright's body, giving him an unimaginable visual shock. His pupils shrank sharply, and he ran to the side to dry heave.
The lean Soldier was not quite at vomiting stage, but his eyebrows were still tightly furrowed, and he tried his best not to look at Flossie Wright's situation.
It wasn't that their psychological quality was poor; it was just that the pile on Flossie Wright's body was genuinely disgusting.
Four or five long worms were wriggling in her hair, indistinguishable from head to tail, with some falling onto her neck and the backs of her hands, moving bit by bit...
Fuck!
It was simply unbearable to watch.
So, the lean Soldier also held back his nausea and turned away.
Even Ella Pemberton, who had intended to pour them all on, decided in the end to tie up the bag still containing worms.
