Expressionless, eyes silent, just like zombies, surrounding in formation, enclosing Mu Cheng and his group in the middle.
"What is this?" One comrade swallowed hard.
"I don't know," another comrade also swallowed hard.
The chill on their backs had crawled from the tailbone to the neck, like a snake opening its mouth, ready to snap at their heads at any moment.
They could even feel the greedy venom of the snake dripping down from above, one cold drop after another.
"Do you guys feel it's a bit cold overhead?"
Mu Cheng said, "Of course it's cold, there are snakes above us!"
When the group looked up, they realized, my God, the ceiling of the passage was crawling with colorful poisonous snakes densely packed together.
"I have a fear of clusters!"
"Like this, I'm about to develop one too!"
A few snakes leapt from the ceiling, and Mu Cheng, wielding a dagger, started slashing violently: "What are you standing there for, run!"
