What's the likelihood of escaping alive from a horde of venomous snakes, nine deaths and one survival chance, enough?
Gazing at the mass of serpents coiling in front of her, tongues flicking coldly, Su Shu thought about the very situation Tang Zelin and the others had faced yesterday.
An involuntary chill rose from the depths of her soul, filling her limbs and overwhelming her heart with fear.
That they could escape from such a predicament was beyond her imagination.
Then she remembered, Tang Zelin had used himself as bait to save the other villagers, nearly dying in that gaping fissure. Supporting Tang Zelin with trembling hands.
If they had arrived just a bit later, or if he had been any less careful, would she have continued to miss him in this life?
Tang Zelin, oblivious to why the slender hand on his arm suddenly pressed down hard, winced in pain but bit back the discomfort.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?"
Su Shu apologized, coming back to her senses.
