"Look, there are pressed marks on the ground here... the area is quite large, it shouldn't be from a car or anything, and the shape is very regular, like..." Wen Wen thought for a moment but didn't finish his sentence.
"A house, there used to be a house here!"
Yan Xiu grabbed a handful of soil, held it in front of his mask, and sniffed deeply, "This house left here about five or six days ago, it's a wooden house."
"Well done, kid, well done!"
Wen Wen patted Yan Xiu on the shoulder, not because Yan Xiu's sense of smell was better than Wen Wen's, but because Wen Wen hadn't thought in that direction.
But... how could the kid smell it through the mask?
Yan Xiu stood up, removed Wen Wen's hand, and looked at him with a trace of disdain.
This confused Wen Wen, why did he disdain me? That feeling wasn't abomination, fury, or condescension, it was disdain!
Just as if Wen Wen was a smelly old man, and he was a fresh young fairy.