บท 172: The Joy of a Fruit Farmer

The soft wretched wail came from the snake-faced person’s throat. As it was behind a layer of snake skin, Lin Sanjiu almost thought she misheard it. Looking up, she saw a round protrusion at the snake-faced person’s throat. It was the apple. Soon, the round protrusion slid down and the wails became softer and softer until it disappeared into the person’s stomach.

Cold sweat covered Lin Sanjiu’s head in an instant.

The wails seemed to attract the attention of a few other snake-faced people who were nearby. They looked in their direction and quickly started to move. Their eyes narrowed and they shouted angrily as they slithered swiftly to the tree that Lin Sanjiu was on.

Compared to the others, the snake-faced person who had just eaten the apple seemed smaller than the rest. It looked a bit uneasy after being surrounded by the larger snake-faced people. It nodded its head profusely, even raising the end of its tail, nodding it in mid-air, as if apologizing.