Yang Ji murmured. He had been observing him for a while. For some reason, this servant Zhang gave him an indescribable weirdness.
On his body, Yang Ji felt an unusually strong scent of flesh and blood! Yes! It was not blood, but flesh and blood! It was like a pile of flesh and blood rich in vitality piled together.
This indescribable feeling made Yang Ji feel very weird, even bored and disgusting.
From a purely sensory perspective, the smell of flesh and blood represents the smell of masculinity. It doesn’t look like there is anything wrong with this servant Zhang. However,
"Buzz!"
The next moment, Yang Ji's mind moved, and the purest, most righteous, and most powerful Confucian power in his body surged into his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the world in Yang Ji's eyes had changed.
"boom!"
The strange, colorful colors faded away, and the world in his eyes was black and white. When Yang Ji looked up at Zhang Pu again, his mind was shocked, as if he was hit by an invisible giant mallet, and his whole body was shaken.
His expression suddenly changed.
Zhang Pu on the ring looked fine at first glance, but when Yang Ji looked at him again, he suddenly saw a deep darkness hidden deep in his abdomen.
This bit of darkness was only the size of a sesame seed in Zhang Pu's body, but in this bit of darkness, Yang Ji felt the smell of evil and darkness that he had never felt before.
It was a smell that was beyond even that of an evil warrior. Even just by looking at it, you could feel a huge wave of evil and darkness, with a putrid smell coming towards your nostrils.
Chapter completed!