Xiangxiang's delicate brows furrowed, she pinched her nose, and shook her head, "No, it's not the scent of a demon, it's the stink of animal sweat."
"A wild beast?" Mo Haihao shook his head, "I've checked the surveillance here and haven't seen any large animals."
"Please don't doubt my expertise." Xiangxiang closed her eyes, endured the nausea, and took a deep breath. Her red lips parted slightly, "It's a wolf, and there's a strong scent of blood—human blood, mixed with the wolf's sweat and saliva."
Xiangxiang opened her eyes, her face paled a bit, as she covered her nose with a scented tissue, her face full of disgust, "This smell is really nauseating."
Mo Haihao recalled seeing a few big dogs in the surveillance, apparently owned by the Haunted House's owner and brought to the Haunted House because one part of it featured a werewolf theme, and the dogs were dressed up as wolves.
Could there be real wolves inside?
