Liu Chen handed a skewer of snake meat to Yang Qing, who shook his head. Liu Chen said, "You're injured, you won't hold up if you don't eat something."
Yang Qing then took it and gently bit into it. Unfortunately, he had just taken a bite when he turned his head and spat it out, unable to stomach it for some reason.
At that moment, someone above called out, "Hey, what are you eating that smells so good?"
"Whatever it is, you can't have any, and wouldn't you be dying of envy if I told you?" the dark, thin man said with a teasing grin.
"Be kind and pull me up, will you? I don't know which damn fool cut the rope halfway. If I find out who, I'll beat him to death." Oblivious to the situation, he cursed and pleaded at the same time, everyone watching Liu Chen's reaction with amusement.
Liu Chen just kept eating, expressionless.
"Hey, who's going to rescue me?"
