"What's with you?" Fangzheng looked at Salted Fish and asked, perplexed.
At that moment, Salted Fish was using the black cloth to cover his nose, and he tied it behind his head like a thief.
Salted Fish grinned and said, "The smell of roasted skewers is everywhere. I can't take it much longer. If this continues, even I will wish to head down to take a few bites…"
Fangzheng immediately felt so disgusted that he nearly vomited. He kicked Salted Fish, nearly sending him down to become a fried fish.
"Reverend, don't you find this smell fragrant?" Salted Fish asked.
Fangzheng rolled his eyes at him. Fragrant? If not for him barely being strong enough, he would have long vomited by now!
"Reverend, what do we do now? Do we follow and watch, or…?" Salted Fish asked.
Fangzheng thought about it and hurriedly shook his head. He turned and said, "I can't watch any longer. Let's go out and wait."
