"What exactly is wrong?" Wei Yuan was curious too.
Wang Hu looked around, then leaned closer to Wei Yuan, sniffing forcefully like a bear smelling honey. After a while, Wang Hu's expression grew more certain, saying, "I smell the stench of the Witch Clan on you!"
Wei Yuan, realizing it was about the Witch Clan, smiled and said, "That's normal. I'm fighting with the Witch Clan every day. Who knows how many curses I've gotten. It would be abnormal not to have any stench."
However, Wang Hu shook his head: "The stench here is different. It's not real stench but a feeling. How should I put it? Smelling this makes me want to get far away. This smell, don't know if something dropped a huge one, or if someone's corpse is rotting."
Wei Yuan got serious and asked, "Can you describe it in more detail?"
Wang Hu's expression also turned heavy and not too pleasant, saying, "Specifically, it smells like a failing butcher shop."
Wei Yuan was stunned. What kind of description is that?
