After hearing Wang Chen's words, Liu Shitou suddenly twisted his head to look at the spot behind Zhang Hu.
Instantly, like Wang Chen, his face also revealed a terrified and anxious expression.
At this moment, when Zhang Hu met the gaze unanimously cast by the two of them, not only did his scalp tingle instantly, but cold sweat also broke out on his back.
He wanted to run, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to lift no matter how he tried.
He also wanted to speak, but although his mouth twitched, it seemed like he couldn't make a sound.
In a flash, he clenched his fists tightly; only when his fingernails pierced his palms and brought pain did he recover a little.
"How... How far is that snake from me? Can I still run away now?"
Liu Shitou raised an eyebrow, "Why are you running?"
Zhang Hu's eyes narrowed, "The Red Crown Snake is about to bite me, if I don't run should I just wait to be bitten?"
