Chapter 148 (2/2)

“What was the liquid you sprayed on us earlier? They seemed to treat us as their kind…” Number Two couldn’t help getting curious.

Ning Xuemo lifted her snow white finger to her lips as she smiled. “Secret~! It’s my own formula.”

Number Two was silent. Since it was a secret, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to continue inquiring, so he simply looked back in front and asked, “There should still be scorpions ahead right? Will this scent on our bodies still be useful?”

“We’re using another one.” Ning Xuemo replied concisely. She brought out two other small medicinal bottles and used one bottle for each of them.

The smell this time was even more off-putting than the previous one. The foul stench nearly caused Number Two to sneeze.

“Why does it smell like chicken shit?” Number Two nearly wanted to pinch his nose; this stench will kill him!

Ning Xuemo’s eyes curved. “Do you want to scare off scorpions with a foul stench or invite them to dine on you by smelling good?”

Fine, he’ll endure this.

They had already gone deep into the mountain top, and they finally got to see what the scorpions here looked like.

The number of scorpions was far fewer than the number of snakes. Furthermore, they acted alone more often than the snakes. Large ones could reach the size of a pipa, while small ones were still at least as large as a circular fan. Their movements were swift like lightning. Their upraised tails were smooth seemed like a raised flag…

Number Two’s heart could not be at ease. He knew that his body smelled like a giant chicken, and he knew that people said that scorpions were afraid of chickens. But, all of these scorpions were larger than chickens, would this stench still deter them?

However, it was clear that he was thinking too much. A natural enemy was a natural enemy; the scorpions here were simply scared of chickens… That is, they were scared off by the smell of chicken shit on Number Two and Ning Xuemo’s bodies.

Wherever they went, the scorpions there would hurriedly flee, and in a blink of an eye, they would burrow themselves into the underbrush. It was simply a case where reality defied expectations…

[1] The Chinese believe that some of their good luck comes from the good karma accumulated by their ancestors doing meritorious or good deeds.