I stayed outside for nearly an hour, waiting for the four corns to clean up the feces in the shelter.

Han Feng then returned to the shelter.

"Brother, take a look, am I clean?"

The ancient tree of war asked.

Han Feng glanced at them and said calmly, "You have to trust the little corn's business ability. They will lick it clean for you."

The ancient war tree muttered, "But why do I still feel a little uncomfortable?"

Han Feng chuckled, "It's a psychological effect. Once you overcome it, you won't feel anything."

"Yeah?"

The ancient war tree muttered.

Han Feng ignored him and turned to look at the fighting corn.

Just now, the green bean flies bombarded more than thirty piles of feces.

Each piece of feces is quite heavy.

After devouring four corns, you will definitely be promoted to a higher level.

So, how many levels can you be promoted to?

Thinking of this, Han Feng activated his insight talent and began to observe.

Target: Combat Corn

Level: Level 10.

Evolution degree: 0%.

Attack power: 0.

Defense:10.

Mental strength: 100.

Talent: Corn Bomb.

"pretty!"

Seeing that the combat corn had been promoted to level 10, Han Feng clenched his hands excitedly.

"Brother, the shelter stinks. You have to think of a way."

The blue electric mouse walked up to Han Feng and complained.

Although the feces were completely devoured by the four corn plants, the stench of feces still lingered around and it was unlikely to disappear in a short time.

Han Feng thought for a moment, then took a magnifying glass and lit the fire.

The mugwort above was roasting in the fire, and thick smoke was rising.

The thick smoke not only repels mosquitoes, but also dispels odors.

After a while, the stench of shit in the shelter was greatly reduced.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Han Feng blinked at the blue electric mouse.

"The smell of shit is not as pungent as it was at the beginning. I can totally bear it."

The blue electric mouse took a deep breath and complimented, "Brother, you still have a way!"

Han Feng smiled and was about to go back to the thatched hut to rest when the Pea Shooter suddenly spoke up, "Brother, Liu Chushuang is taking a bath and has taken off all her clothes. Do you want to take a look?"

"Am I that kind of person?"

Han Feng looked disdainful and said loudly, "I won't watch it!"

Liu Chushuang had just been buried in feces, and even if she took off all her clothes, there would still be a lot of feces left on her body.

It just makes people feel sick to watch it.

I just didn't watch it.

The Pea Shooter was confused.

When did Han Feng become so upright?

It doesn't fit his style!

Entering the thatched hut, Han Feng lay on the straw bed and opened the regional channel chat group.

Jiang Feng: Brothers, are you all alive?

Wu Dahai: I survived, but it was so fucking disgusting. Just now, I was splattered with shit. Luckily, I dodged quickly, or I would have been buried.

Xu Damao: Guys, I have a question. I have two piles of feces on me and no tools. How can I escape in this situation?

Su Lin smacked her lips: Aren’t you too miserable?

Xu Damao: Now is not the time to feel sentimental. I noticed that the feces are solidifying. If they are not taken out quickly, it will be really dangerous.

Li Pangpang: Can’t you just use your hands to pick it out?

Xu Damao: That thing is sticky, just like glue, it’s really hard to start with.

Yang Xuliang: Poor Xu Damao, he won’t be the first person to be killed by shit, right?

Xu Damao: Stop gloating over other people’s misfortune and help me find a solution!

Han Feng: Liu Chushuang, do you have any good ideas?

Liu Chushuang said somewhat guiltily: I wasn't hit by feces, so how would I know what to do?

Han Feng chuckled: Since you don’t know, let me find a way.

Xu Damao couldn't wait: Han Feng, speak quickly.

Han Feng: Are there other players on your island? Just ask them to dig you out with a shovel.

Liu Chushuang: ....

She had been dug out by Zhao Yunxi and Yue Lingshan with a shovel.

Could it be that Han Feng knows something?

If Han Feng saw this...

How can I hold my head high in front of Han Feng in the future?

Xu Damao said depressedly: I am the only one left on the island. If there are other players, would I need to ask you for help?

Han Feng: Then I can’t help you.

Chen Qiang: There is no other way, I can only use my ultimate move!

Xu Damao asked excitedly: What method?

Chen Qiang: If you lick it with your tongue, the saliva seems to have a decomposing effect on it, and it will dissolve as soon as you lick it.

Xu Damao's mouth trembled: You want me to lick shit? I would rather choose death!

Chen Qiang: I'm just giving you a suggestion, the choice is yours.

Liu Tie asked curiously: Chen Qiang, how do you know this method?

Chen Qiang stammered: I heard it from a friend.

Zhang Sheng laughed: That friend can’t be you, right?

Chen Qiang was furious: Get out!

Seeing this, Han Feng silently closed the chat group.

Just then, the private message icon lit up.

The one who sent the private message was Yang Mi: Han Feng, do you have anything like perfume?

Han Feng asked curiously: "What do you want this thing for? Did you get hit by feces and want to clean the stench?"

Yang Mi said angrily: You were hit by the shit!

Han Feng: Then what do you want the perfume for?

Yang Mi: The shelter stinks to high heaven. It’s impossible to stay there without using perfume to cover up the smell.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!