บท 1547: Bad Luck

Lina's heart was in her throat. Seeing the determination in Chen Qing's eyes, she slowly retracted her feet and nodded, standing rooted to the ground.

Seeing that Lina understood what he meant, Chen Qing let go of her arm. Then, he immediately squatted down and his gaze fell on the snake not far away.

Lina looked at Chen Qing nervously. The snake was staring at the two of them with its tongue, as if it had already treated them as snacks.

However, in the next second, before Lina could react, Chen Qing had already grabbed the snake's seven inches and exposed its tail.

It was very dark now. There was a gunshot. The finger-thick snake had already been hit.

Chen Qing quickly let go of the snake, and the curled-up snake fell.

Chen Qing straightened his back and held his breath, trying hard to hide himself.

The footsteps grew closer and closer. Then, they heard the person at the foot of the mountain say, "It's actually a snake. What bad luck!"