She carefully stepped over the iron mesh, and as soon as her head poked through, a strong stench hit her. The acidic, rotten smell of food that had been rotting for who knows how long irritated her nose, and under the moonlight, she could vaguely see wriggling insects... Sylvia Lane vomited up what she had just eaten today, retching uncontrollably.
Sylvia Lane felt she had never suffered such hardship in her entire life; she still had to tread on such things to find a doghole!
She desperately held her breath, feeling her way along with her hands. Here, a lot of weeds had grown, and she couldn't see with the naked eye, needing to use her hands to part the grass.
Occasionally, she would touch some soft-bodied creatures, and she cried loudly as she did so.
Finally, she found a hole that was just slightly bigger than her head.
She lowered her head, and the pungent, nauseating smell grew even stronger, almost making her pass out!
