Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

When Village Chief Gu-gil arrived at the village entrance with the Taoist Master, the sun was setting.

"This is it, Taoist Master. This is our village, Sosang Village."

"Hmm. Not a very large place. Huh? What's this strong smell?"

"Ugh..."

A foul stench carried on the breeze from the village.

It was the stink that came from the millipedes. When they had left earlier, there had been no wind, so it hadn't been noticeable. But now, with the sunset winds blowing, the stench surged thickly toward them.

As Gu-gil grimaced at the smell, the Taoist Master's worried voice followed.

"This energy is strong. It won't be easy to gather them all in one place."

"I-is that so?"

"Of course. With this stench, there must be a lot of them scattered all over the village."

"Will it be difficult, then?"

Seeing the Taoist Master's serious face, Gu-gil asked with growing anxiety.