Mr. Zhou's shock was no small matter. The horror of the mutated creatures on the island could be seen from the number of deaths on the island.
At this time, the snake was so close to him. It hissed and flicked out its red tongue, and its two fangs glinted coldly. Mr. Zhou was so frightened that his scalp went numb, and the hand holding the gun suddenly froze.
The snake slithered up slowly around his shoulder. It was not heavy, but wherever it slithered, Mr. Zhou felt his right shoulder go soft and weak. The fear even overwhelmed the severe pain of his broken wrist.
This short period of time felt like years to Mr. Zhou.
He was probably so scared that he couldn't even scream.
At the moment of life and death, Mr. Zhou had a vicious thought.
He and song qingxiao fell on the stone steps. This woman was not a kind person, and she was very skilled.
It was too dangerous to be alone with her while carrying the box.
