"You've started smearing gun oil beneath your nose," Wonsul said. It was the first time he'd spoken in three days. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
Mun-Su sighed. "Have you asked yourself why?"
"Asthma remedy," Wonsul hypothesised, his dead voice as calm as ever.
"No."
"Ward against evil spirits."
"No."
"Sando-luring trick."
"No."
Wonsul frowned. "Why?"
Mun-su mentally counted the number of days he still had to journey in the zombie's company. The number didn't improve from previous counts. "You stink."
"Good," Wonsul said emotionlessly.
Mun-Su blinked.
"It's part of Ajite's master plan."
"Damn Ajite."
"He said that you'd say that."
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