As soon as the words left his lips, Xu Haishui's body had already swollen to its limit. His skin and flesh could no longer contain the infinitely expanding organs inside. At last, in the very moment his voice fell, that massive body ruptured. From Xu Haishui's stomach erupted all sorts of sticky, unidentifiable liquids, a sight so nauseating it churned the breath of anyone watching. In the air, a repulsive stench began spreading, impossible to describe and unbearable to endure!
How to put it… the smell was like if you'd had a bowl of triple-flavored stew in the morning, combusted it within your stomach, and then unloaded it after a long day; only now, the stench here, suffocating the atmosphere, was far worse than even that analogy.
Even Tang Ye, a zombie himself, wasn't immune to the assault — his undead face twisted involuntarily as he inhaled the foul vapors!
