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Wuxie thought he was going to say something sensational, but unexpectedly...

"Don't think too much. As long as I'm here, you'll definitely have to go out completely."

To see if a snake has a bit of red paint on it you need to feel the snake. Touching snakes will wake them up, and the end result will be life and death.

Wu Xie frowned and looked at the densely packed snakes, and said calmly: "Be quick, chop off the heads if there are none, and try to disturb them as little as possible. God bless us, and pray that we won't be eaten up by snakes."

"God bless you..." Mr. Che muttered, "I have done good deeds and accumulated good deeds throughout my life, and I have also raised small animals. Please bless me and keep me safe."

The snake was slippery and cool, and Wu Xie's scalp felt numb even through gloves.

First, hold the snake's head. If it accidentally wakes it up, just cut off the head quickly.

"Young Master, you are quite skilled in this technique. You didn't practice it by chopping off people's heads, right?"

"Do you think I look like someone who beheads people?" Wuxie held a knife in one hand and held the snake's head in the other. Because he didn't know the right direction when he just chopped off, blood spilled all over him.

Mr. Che quickly lowered his head and looked at a few carefully.

The snake heads chopped off by the three people were piled up into a hill, but they still couldn't find the snake. Is it true that the third uncle really applied red paint?

Maybe God didn't bless them, or maybe the smell of blood was too strong, and a small number of snakes were slowly waking up. Make a hissing sound.

"This is a summons to the same kind. We must act quickly."

The air circulation in the mine was poor, and the smell of blood mixed with the stench was nauseating.

"Now I really wish I couldn't smell it. I really fucking miss Yue."

Wu Xie's forehead was already sweating, he had to be fast, and fast!

"I found it!" Wuxie said happily.

The tip of the black-haired snake's tail had a very obvious blood-red tint.

Brother: "Wait, I'll go."

Now that he had found that one, the rest was not important. Wuxie took a knife and chopped at it, leaving a safe space for the little brother.

"Little Third Master, I've packed it up, and I've caught three of them in total." During the chaos, Mr. Che caught three of them and put them in a cage.

More and more snakes woke up, and Wuxie shouted: "Brother, hurry up."

"Mr. Che, don't fall down, otherwise the snake will fly on you. When the time comes, I won't be able to save you even if I come."

"I know, damn, who dares to fall?"

When the little brother carried the snake out and killed it, Wuxie took out realgar powder and sprinkled it all over the ground. There was also some powder in the air.

"Mistress...cough cough...why didn't you take it out earlier...cough!"

Wuxie took the lead and ran away, shouting: "This is mutated, who knows if it will be useful."

After arriving at a better lounge, he blocked the door, and the snakes that followed him hit the door again and again.

Wuxie: "Mr. Che, find some wooden boards and plug the gaps in the doors. These doors may not be able to withstand it for a long time."

I found some slightly stronger wooden boards to patch up the door seams. Before patching, Mr. Che asked Wuxie to sprinkle the remaining realgar powder out.

"White Snake works, so what are these?"

I only remembered bringing realgar powder to Leifeng Pagoda once.

They are all snakes and should be of some use. Besides, at least it can mask the smell.

It was indeed able to cover up the smell. Wu Xie and Che, who were closest to the door, were choked and couldn't breathe. The younger brother was okay. Wu Xie guessed that he had held his breath in advance.

In the chaos, Wuxie saw two red spots on the back of the brother's hand. His head was covered, and the blood in his body seemed to be flowing back, and his whole body was ice cold. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down quickly.

After looking at the bare lounge, there was only one table in it. Wuxie ran over and moved the table to block the door, then grabbed Mr. Che over and said, "Hold on!"

Mr. Che leaned back in the table leg in panic, pressed his heels against the ground to cause friction, and tried his best to hold the door: "No...what, why don't you tell me to hold on first! Young Master, what are you doing? Brother, big brother, You left anyway... I can't, I can't bear it on my own."