Dragon Ancient Tomb, Wu Yuan was in utter despair.
Glancing at Xin Lin, who stared blankly at the cave entrance, and Wu Xuan meditating beside her, he felt like he wanted to die.
"You two, do you even have a conscience? I'm about to be eaten by snakes."
Wu Yuan shouted a few times but received no response.
Looking at the snakes on his foot again, he felt more and more that these snakes, could they actually be fake?
These things, aside from occasionally flicking their tongues and licking him, did nothing else.
Can't they see them?
Or was he so cold that he was hallucinating?
Wu Yuan pinched himself hard and immediately grimaced from the severe pain.
It wasn't an illusion.
Wu Yuan was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.
"Xin Lin, can you really not see?"
Still not giving up, Wu Yuan wanted to ask Xin Lin again.
Gui Hu's ghost claw extended, the dense Ghost Energy enveloping his entire hand.
