Step aside, and let

It was unclear how long it had been since this person last cleaned themselves. What should have been a lustrous, black mane was now greasy and tangled with knots. A closer look at the exposed hairline revealed a layer of yellowed, sticky residue. A careful sniff offered a strange, pungent odor - something akin to sweaty socks left unwashed for weeks combined with crushed heather juice. The only redeeming feature was her striking features, which even dirt couldn't completely obscure.,At this moment, Shen Tang noticed that the woman's fingertips were a few shades different from the rest of her hand after she had sucked on them. His throat involuntarily convulsed and rolled.,He struggled to climb towards the man dressed as an official, extending his right hand with all his might for help. But until he breathed his last, his right hand fell limply, and the latter showed no intention of saving him. He kicked twice, finding that the person was truly dead, and muttered, "Bad luck!"。