Chapter 148 The Night Butcher's Weapon
Ice, snow, fog, wind and frost, the increasingly hazy mist covered the peaks and rocks tightly, and everything two meters away became a blur and turbidity.
The only sounds in the air were the whistling wind and the vibrations caused by the mutants' footsteps on the ground as they ran.
Two minutes later, the mutant finally stopped after a jump.
At this time, Liu Qingzhi and his companions were already completely surrounded by fog.
The mutant squatted down and spread its wings, making the shape of a descending slide.
Liu Qingzhi walked down and said, "Are we there yet?"
The mutant moved the feathers on its wings and responded to Liu Qingzhi in a low voice.
However, this time, although its voice was also low, suppressed and suppressed, it did not have any meaning of being coquettish or flattering. Instead, it seemed more like it was afraid to make a high tone because it had to consider something.
Liu Qingzhi heard the change, his eyelashes twitched slightly, and he immediately used his mental power to sense the surrounding situation.
There was nothing unusual within a radius of fifty meters.
But fifty meters away
Liu Qingzhi's speed of walking downwards did not change, but the range of his mental power's detection was expanded.
Just as Liu Qingzhi's back feet touched the ground, an indescribable pungent smell suddenly penetrated the thick fog and spread from right in front of him.
This smell is different from the rotting smell of zombies, the mixed smell of various odors in the garbage dump, and it is certainly not the smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp.
If he had to give a description, it's probably like the obvious smell of blood mixed with the smell of moldy disinfectant, like stagnant water that is about to fester flowing into a dark ditch, and then slowly fermenting in the sewer that never sees the sun, breeding maggots, and finally in the damp and cold environment, gradually forming a turbid and somewhat suffocating smell.
In short, it smells bad.
A throat-tightening smell.
Liu Qingzhi frowned slightly.
Zhao Jiayan subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his hands. Even though he had already taken isolation and protection measures, the smell still penetrated into his nose through their masks, causing a feeling of nausea.
The person who was completely opposite to Zhao Jiayan's description was Fu Rongyang.
This person seemed to want to smell or identify the components of the smell more clearly, and he even loosened the protective mask on his face a little so that the smell could flow into his nostrils more smoothly.
The expression on his face was not one of disgust but one of serious inquiry.
This kind of academic spirit made Zhao Jiayan feel that Fu Rongyang was even more abnormal.
Even Liu Qingzhi looked at Fu Rongyang twice more.
As someone who has done all kinds of weird biochemical experiments, Fu Rongyang should have been immune to all kinds of smells.
When faced with this smell, the first thing to pay attention to is not the stench of the smell but the source and composition of the smell.
Noticing Liu Qingzhi's look, Fu Rongyang smiled: "You looking at me like that makes me a little nervous."
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