He originally intended to say that they should just burn everything down, but thinking of those poisoned Evil Cultivation who could barely move, defecating and urinating indiscriminately, he changed his mind. This time, he was going to burn the clothing stained with excrement and urine; yet there would be a next time, and countless times after that.
They couldn't possibly change into new clothes every day, could they? Even he, a normal person, did not receive such treatment.
"Chief, this can't continue like this. Those people are really... I don't even know how to describe it," he said hesitantly, fearing to enter those houses inhabited by the poisoned Evil Cultivation, lest he be overcome by the stench.
Everything—eating, drinking, defecating—needed someone's assistance. If it were just one or two, that would be fine, but there were dozens of courtyards filled with Evil Cultivation, whether it was manpower or an oversight, it all cost dearly.
