Chapter 102: Washing Away the Blood
Finally, after all the loud laughter and bickering, Zhao Ren huffed and raised his arms. "I can’t stand this anymore. I smell like a dead sewer rat that took a nap beside another sewer rat."
He summoned his metal ability and slowly formed a small shield to block himself off from view. After that, a round metal tub appeared at his feet, and then he built a makeshift room around it—just enough to hide his bathing process.
Everyone watched in mild amusement as the guy who had just climbed out of a spider’s skull was now desperate to scrub himself clean.
Because even after dousing himself with more water, Zhao Ren grimaced. "Ugh. It still stinks. Like something fermented in my bones."
The others, who had tried to keep a safe distance, now exchanged glances and then collectively took a step back.
"You’re not the only one," Yan Lin muttered, covering her nose.
Sweat, spider guts, grime, dried blood—everyone was covered in layers of filth. After the long battle, they all looked like they’d been rolling in monster intestines.
"Zhao Ren, make a bigger room!" Yun Shou complained, "We need to wash too!"
"Yeah!" Ji Ming agreed. "If I spend another minute in these clothes, I’ll fuse with them!"