Although eager to reach the end as soon
as possible, Gu Mian slowed down, considering Fatty's ass was taking a beating.
The Spirit Car's high beams illuminated the front, and the staircase underfoot extended into the darkness. However, it wasn't long before the two of them smelled a strange odor.
The smell was like the stench produced by feces that had been carefully fermented for three years.
This stench penetrated the Spirit Car, filling Fatty's nostrils. He felt as if he were lying on a toilet half-filled with feces, his nose right above the pungent excrement.
He felt like he was about to throw up some excrement himself.
Fatty now regretted it, deeply regretted hitching a ride when Gu Mian drove into this place.
Gu Mian carefully sniffed the smell in the dark. "The further down we go, the stronger the smell gets. We must be getting close to our destination."
