Aning's lips curved in a smile of unprecedented, unrestrained wildness, mirroring the wicked smirk on the face of Black Glasses, who was carrying her on his back. "Dead Fatty, run too slow, and you'll be dessert."
Hearing this, Fatty wore an "I knew it" expression and picked up his pace by another notch. "I knew it! You said you could just chase it away, but you had to go and provoke it! Now look, the Underground Palace is collapsing, and we barely have time to run—and on top of that, there's a giant python going crazy. If we run too slowly, won't we just get eaten by the snake and turn into a pile of dung tomorrow? There won't even be any telling us apart by then."
As the group dashed through the transparent passageway, they spotted Wu Sansheng surrounded by a swarm of snakes. Wu Sansheng was holding a torch, with Panzi and a weeping man guarding his flanks, leaving only two crew members behind them.
Chapter 849