"Aaaaaaaaaah!"
Yan Han let out a scream, his heart thumping frantically from the intense stimulation, a result from all the adrenaline pumping in from what he had been going through. In contrast to the cold on his skin, his body felt heated inside. Even his ability to react had been numbed.
The woman was about 30 cm from him. Her dishevelled hair hung loose, revealing a pale face. Her lips, however, were blood-red, reminding one of a lifeless thing.
"Ah!"
His head all muddled up, he could do nothing but scream. Without knowing it, he was waving both hands around, as if trying to chase this thing in front of him away. But when his hands reached out, they caught nothing but empty air. The woman had disappeared.
"Hiss!"
At that moment, the green snake on Li Dong's arm also plunged into the brushwood in a whoosh and was nowhere to be found.
"..."
