As the mountain wind carrying the scent of pine resin pierced his nostrils, the hairs on the back of Ye Fan's neck stood on end.
A Hua's hand trembled as she held the torch, its firelight illuminating the beads of sweat on her face. "Ye... Young Master Ye, this smell... It's Ma San's men!"
He remembered Chǔ Hóngzhuāng mentioning that the subordinates of Zhao Wuji, a traitor of the Poison Sect, always loved to smear pine resin on their bodies to mask the aura of their Gu poisons—when he had been ambushed in his past life, the murderer's body had carried a similar fishy sweetness.
Chapter 161