"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Just as Dorothy was almost scared to death by the eerie, disgusting underground scene, Dina, the senior by her side, looked at her puzzled and then led the way out of the lift.
Dorothy could clearly see that with the senior's steps, the flesh mushroom blanket on the ground was stepped into a depression, and the eyeballs that were originally spinning moistly on the blanket were directly crushed, splashing juices and intensifying the putrid smell in the air.
The blanket seemed to be stimulated as well, as countless writhing tentacles began to climb up Dina's slender and smooth legs, smearing her clothes with some mucus, making this smart-looking senior all sticky and smelly.
However, Dina herself seemed to be completely unaware of all this, still looking at Dorothy puzzled, apparently wondering why the young lady suddenly turned pale.
"Sen... Senior, don't you feel like you stepped on something?"