In the cornfield, besides the overwhelming stench of blood, there was an awful smell from the crow droppings.
"Ah Jin, you died so horribly!"
Qi Fentou, feeling nauseous and frightened, kneeled beside the blond corpse.
If he wasn't worried that Lin Baici would find him cold-blooded towards friends, he truly didn't want to get close to this corpse at all.
"Aren't you going to collect his body?"
Luo Jiaming quipped.
"How do you suppose we collect it then?"
Qi Fentou grumbled irritably.
The blond was pecked by those crows, with most of his body torn apart, only his limbs and head still had some flesh; the rest had been eaten clean.
Even the internal organs were hollowed out; now there was just a deflated belly, which looked horrifying enough.
"God Lin, what's up with those crows?"
The photographer inquired.
He thought having a flamethrower brought him security, but it wasn't the case.
So many crows, even with a Gatling gun, how many could you kill?
