This feeling is not easy, as if you are in the stomach of a monster, and you can still hear the faint sound of squirming in your ears.
The lean schemer endured silently, waiting for a breakthrough.
“……small……Ah, small………………………………”
Excuse me?
The lean schemer suddenly opened his eyes and went in pursuit of the murmur that seemed to be far away and near, and seemed to be nothing in his ears.
“Little loach.”
Finally he heard it clearly.
The sound of innocent ballads.
“Slippery.”
“No skin.”
The lean schemer was taken aback.
“Crooked.”
“No bones.”
“Hey, where’s your skin?”
“It’s in my stomach~”
“Huh?What about your bones?”
“Also in the stomach.”
“Why are they all in the stomach.”
“Little Loach smiled and opened his mouth.”
“Because the skin and bones are buried in the soil.”
——Little loach, little loach.
——The little loach wants to eat the soil, it wants to eat the soil.
——Soil, it’s all skin and bone.
Soil made of skin and bones!