Everyone exchanged puzzled looks.
"Smells like roast snake," said the Rabbit.
"Roast snake meat? Ugh... roast snake? Where did the snake come from? Ouch... it hurts! Someone help! I'm about to be cooked alive, put out the fire..." the big snake yelled.
Qin Shou and the others felt like a hundred thousand crows were cawing above their heads, circling and refusing to leave!
Now they understood: the snake wasn't being tough; it was an idiot! Its reaction time was disastrously slow—it didn't feel the pain until it was almost fully cooked!
Qin Shou cleared his throat and said, "Stop shouting. If you don't want to be cooked and eaten, just answer whatever I ask you, got it?"
As Qin Shou spoke, he withdrew the flames. Without Qin Shou's heating, the mundane fire barely tickled the big snake—it felt nothing.
The big snake really had no spine at all and quickly nodded, saying, "Ask away, Immortal. Whatever you ask, I'll answer."
Qin Shou asked, "Who sent you here?"
