The air was filled with the scent of blood. Why hadn't he noticed it at the beginning? Because this bloody odor was extremely, extremely ancient—so old that time had eroded the original smell of fresh blood, resulting in a different kind of decayed bloody scent. That's why it took him half a Shichen to realize it.
"So strong," Su Chen muttered these two words. If the odor in the air was truly that of decayed blood, it was quite chilling, because this rotten blood smell was just too intense.
The next moment, Su Chen abruptly looked down at his feet.
His expression turned odd.
Unconsciously, he squatted down.
Picked up a small clump of soil with his hand.
And sniffed it.
Then, Su Chen's face fiercely changed!
Bloodstains!
All the soil beneath his feet seemed to be bloodstains.
