"Yes, this is the old paper factory residential area. I used to work here," Dong Jing's mom said.
"Oh... so it's the old family housing of the paper factory, then it can't be haunted," Yu Ziqian repeated.
Soon, they reached the vicinity of the intersection, and Yu Ziqian suddenly exclaimed "Ouch," clutching his stomach, "Grandma..."
Dong Jing's mom asked impatiently, "What?"
"I need to poop..."
"You didn't eat, how come you need to poop?"
Yu Ziqian said very aggrievedly, "I... I can't help it, I always poop at this time every day, and then take a shower and sleep."
"Then just poop here." Dong Jing's mom said.
"Alright!" Yu Ziqian pulled down his pants, squatted, and started pooping.
The air around them, which had been fine, suddenly became filled with a foul smell.
"So stinky!" Dong Jing's mom said, pinching her nose in disgust.
