My goodness, those dozens of Hulks following right beside the RV... Lian Sanliang now looked at Jing Shu with different eyes. Strong people are respected.
Sanliang, with twenty-five people and Jing Shu, as well as several Hulks, quickly rushed toward the service station. Behind them, all kinds of busy preparations began. Just as the commander said, they started to cook feces.
A strange stench began to spread, carried by the tunnel and the wind; no one knew how far it would drift. That uniquely pungent experience... At first, everyone wasn't used to it, and the whole tunnel filled with sounds of "RETCH! RETCH!"
"Increase the heat! Keep boiling! Once it's done, put it at the traps on high ground! Wait for orders, and only pour when I say so!"
"Throw up. Just throw up until you're used to it." And sure enough, in a little while, everyone got used to it. Isn't that amazing?
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