"What do you think, is it big enough?" Shen Yunzhou boasted proudly.
Second Uncle suppressed his discomfort and reluctantly nodded, "Indeed... extraordinary. Where did you get this... treasure?"
Shen Yunzhou carefully cradled the dung beetle in his palm and took out a small porcelain bottle.
As soon as the cork was pulled out, a stench ten times stronger than before struck Second Uncle's skull.
"Ugh—" Even the well-traveled Second Uncle couldn't help but turn away and dry retch.
"Don't worry, it's just ordinary corpse fluid, Little Black loves drinking it!" Shen Yunzhou shrugged it off and poured a few drops into his palm.
The black-gold dung beetle immediately crawled over happily, producing a creepy "rustling" sound as it sucked.
Hearing this made Second Uncle feel nauseated once more.
