Liang Buqing shook his head and said, "This method has been tried before, but the Twin-tail Greyscale Python likes to stay in the mud and doesn't easily come out."
Fang Zhixing understood and stood at the edge of the marsh, he observed for a moment but didn't spot a Twin-tail Greyscale Python.
He turned a corner and walked to the left.
About ten minutes later, a highland appeared ahead.
From afar, a pungent stench wafted over, nauseating.
Liang Buqing became extremely cautious, looking left and right on the ground with his head bowed.
Soon, he saw something and immediately crouched down.
Fang Zhixing glanced and saw that the thing in front of Liang Buqing was a puddle of dung, still somewhat sticky and warm.
Liang Buqing grabbed the dung and quickly smeared it over his body.
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing and Xigou exchanged a look and couldn't help but curse.
Surprised, he asked, "What are you doing?"