Snakeskins, snakeskins, snakeskins!
The courtyard was littered with green snakeskins.
The intense, foul stench rising from these snakeskins made it impossible to breathe.
The Blood Crow, however, was thrilled. Like a starving brute who had stumbled into an all-you-can-eat buffet, it cawed incessantly. CAW CAW CAW CAW.
Tang Wen covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief given to him by one of his maids at home.
The handkerchief carried a faint, unidentifiable, but pleasant fragrance.
Before he could speak, Elder Ya, wearing a pig-snout—that is, a crude gas mask—asked in surprise, "It's only been a few months. How did your Blood Crow get so big?"
"Has it?" Tang Wen stroked the Blood Crow's wing. "A large size is perfectly normal."
Elder Ya was momentarily speechless, then said impatiently, "Go, go, go. Take your medicine and get lost."
