It was unclear how long it had been since this person last cleaned themselves. What should have been a lustrous, black mane was now greasy and tangled with knots. A closer look at the exposed hairline revealed a layer of yellowed, sticky residue. A careful sniff offered a strange, pungent odor - something akin to sweaty socks left unwashed for weeks combined with crushed heather juice. The only redeeming feature was her striking features, which even dirt couldn't completely obscure.,At this moment, Shen Tang noticed that the woman's fingertips were a few shades different from the rest of her hand after she had sucked on them. His throat involuntarily convulsed and rolled.,She reached up and touched her ear, feeling a scabbed blood clot behind her left ear.。