Who did this?
Look at the way the question is asked. Who else could have accomplished such a marvelous feat?
Chen Yu high-fived Hei Dou.
That fart was Hei Dou's accumulated, ancient fart.
It had been brewing since they entered the city. Hei Dou had held it in, fearing it would mess things up, but now it was finally released.
"Comfortable."
Hei Dou, having expelled the turbid qi from his body, wore a look of blissful satisfaction.
It was just—
A shame.
His symptom of diarrhea had recovered, otherwise, that fart just now would have surely sent the necromancer to his grave. Even if he could be saved, it would be a shadow over his life.
"Who!!!"
"Who is it!"
The necromancer, straightening up, yelled with wide eyes. But every time he opened his mouth, it felt like his throat was tasting something foul, and he bent over, gagging uncontrollably.
The guards were dumbfounded.
The travelers were also aghast.
What was going on?
They had only mocked the necromancer for lacking a second brother, and now he was throwing up. Could it be that the group ridicule had put too much mental pressure on him, and he couldn't handle it?
But then—
A dog-person among the travelers twitched his nose.
"So fragrant~"
"Whoa!"
"Ugh, what is this smell, it's so disgusting."
Both the travelers and the guards caught the "poisonous gas" released by Hei Dou, covering their mouths and noses, fanning the air frantically.
Iliya also furrowed her brows.
She picked up the robe that had been thrown on the ground and covered her nose with it.
"Gag~"
Chen Yu was not spared.
He, who had been laughing a moment before, almost threw up after smelling the odor. He scooped up Hei Dou and quickly retreated more than ten meters, and the air became much fresher.
Greedily inhaling the fresh air, he looked at Hei Dou with disbelief.
"What did you eat?"
"I didn't eat anything," Hei Dou replied innocently. "I've had diarrhea these past few days, you know that. How could I dare to eat anything?"
"It's too pungent."
It wasn't purely stinky. Mixed within the faint smell of rot was the aroma of old pickled vegetables and sewage, like the smell of socks that hadn't been washed for over a decade, or the sour stench rising from a sewer.
Absolutely divine!
"What can I do? Maybe I used to eat too well?" Hei Dou asked innocently. "As a cat, the better I eat, the worse I smell when I poop. What can I do?"
After a long pause.
Chen Yu, finally regaining his senses, didn't say much. He raised his head slightly and saw that the area where Hei Dou had released his poisonous gas had become a no-go zone.
The city guards and the travelers were all converging towards Chen Yu's direction.
"Who!"
"Who the hell is it, show yourself!"
"Magic Cloak?!"
"Don't think I don't know you're wearing a Magic Cloak. The disguise lasts for one minute. I don't believe you can still hide!"
The necromancer roared in fury.
Others had only smelled a hint of it, but he had been directly hit in the throat by the poisonous gas. Even now, when he spoke, he felt like he could taste that strange odor in his breath.
Magic Cloak?
The travelers who heard this were also taken aback.
They actually had someone hiding among them wearing a Magic Cloak. This wasn't entirely surprising. Although Magic Cloaks were rare, it wasn't unusual for an adventurer to possess one.
For exploration.
Having a Magic Cloak would indeed make things much more convenient.
It's just—
The disguise time of a Magic Cloak was very short. It felt like a minute had passed since then, and they hadn't noticed anyone breaking the disguise.
"Come out, if you dare!"
Bang!
Just as the necromancer was shouting, he was suddenly struck hard on the back of his head.
"You're seeking death!"
The necromancer spun around abruptly.
He reached out to grab, but caught nothing. Instead, as he turned, he immediately hunched over like a shrimp, clutching his stomach and spitting out sour liquid.
Chen Yu, standing to his side, blew on his fist.
Little rascal, quite cunning.
He knew about the Magic Cloak!
Even if he knew, so what? He would never dream that Chen Yu had thousands of Magic Cloaks.
"Showing off, daring to bully Iliya," Chen Yu sneered coldly, looking at the necromancer before him. "I'll just give you two punches."
"I'll kill you!"
The necromancer, clutching his stomach, suddenly lunged. He flailed his fists aimlessly, but Chen Yu sidestepped, grabbed him by the collar, and slapped him.
After the slap, he yanked down his pants again.
The enraged necromancer stumbled, and Chen Yu seized the opportunity to kick him repeatedly.
"Showing off!"
"Keep showing off!!!"
"Who do you want to kill? You, wanting to kill me? I'll step on you, I'll step on you, you little runt."
While venting, Chen Yu also kept an eye on his disguise duration.
As soon as the time was up, he switched to a new one.
Disguise refreshed.
Triggered.
Continue kicking!
Everyone in the city was stunned.
From initially suspecting someone was wearing a Magic Cloak, to time ticking by, from one minute to five minutes, their mindset had shifted.
"Is this... is this definitely a Magic Cloak?"
"Could it be haunted?"
"It's been said that this city was abandoned for a long time, and there are many unclean things within. Could it be... Mommy, I want to go home."
"Run!"
The travelers turned and fled. The guards also instinctively clutched their arms, feeling as if a chilling cold was blowing towards them.
But while they were distracted, the necromancer was suffering greatly.
His face was swollen from the kicks.
"What are you standing around for, why aren't you coming to help!" the necromancer yelled from under Chen Yu's foot. The guards exchanged glances, then one said, "Grab him!"
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The guards lunged at the necromancer like a human pyramid. Chen Yu had already retreated elsewhere before they attacked, watching as the scrawny necromancer was pinned at the bottom by dozens of burly men, each weighing over two hundred pounds.
"Oh my~"
"Whoa!"
"Oh my god!"
Exclamations came non-stop from the necromancer's mouth. Even Chen Yu, watching from the side, couldn't help but tremble and gasp for air.
Faintly, Chen Yu seemed to hear the sound of cracking.
"So pitiful."
Chen Yu sighed.
Although his kicks weren't light, they weren't this brutal. Dozens of stout men piled on top of each other, weighing several thousand pounds.
Wouldn't that crush the necromancer to death?
Is he, really the City Lord?
Why does it feel like he's the enemy of these guards, and now the guards have finally found an opportunity to take revenge.
After watching for a while.
Chen Yu couldn't be bothered to watch any longer.
He turned slightly and saw that the travelers had already run off, leaving only Iliya, who seemed to be in a daze, biting her lip and staring blankly ahead.
"Hey, Iliya~"
Chen Yu walked over to Iliya. Upon hearing the call, Iliya turned back.
"Who... who are you?"
"Who do you think I am? Don't just stand there, hurry and run," Chen Yu whispered. Iliya pursed her lips, "My, my legs are going weak."
It was then that Chen Yu noticed Iliya's legs were trembling uncontrollably.
This surprised him.
She had been so assertive when confronting the necromancer earlier.
Could it be?
She was just putting on a brave face?
Most likely. When they met before, Iliya didn't seem like a very assertive girl. Instead, she seemed delicate and easy to push over.
With a sigh, Chen Yu crouched down and slung Iliya over his back.
"Hold on tight, get ready to ride!"