While the two of them whispered among themselves, the rest had already emptied their stomachs.
By the time Jiang Lu brought Dong Wanggong to introduce him, they looked utterly drained, their lips pale and spiritless.
It was no fault of theirs; the decaying corpse had been ghastly enough, and seeing Dong Wanggong squash it in anger until it burst was more than anyone could stomach.
Jiang Lu clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention: "Stop throwing up, guys; let me introduce our new member."
"It's hard not to throw up!" the Performer said as he wiped his mouth, "It's just too disgusting!"
"Why are you all so squeamish?" Jiang Lu found it hard to understand. "Aren't all of you professionals in this field? Honestly, you must have seen dead bodies before, right? How can you react this strongly?"
"Seeing dead people and insulting corpses are two different things..." Sickle weakly murmured in reply.
