"Good heavens..."
It was truly a horrifying yet spectacular sight.
The overwhelming white-clothed corpses stretched far into the distance, stained with dark blood, their long black hair tangled together, like a defiled snowy landscape of death.
Suddenly, as if disturbed by the arrival of the three, the corpses began to tremble simultaneously!
A rustling sound echoed in the confined space, the corpses vibrating faster and faster, almost as if they were about to rise!
"Damn it! Fatty, didn't you just pray to the gods?!" Wu Tianzhen gasped, "Your prayers didn't work!"
"It must be those foreign gods dragging their feet!" Fatty stubbornly refused to believe, "My methods are always effective!"
Zhang Qiling watched them argue, wanting to interject that if they really did rise, it was likely Wu Tianzhen's peculiar constitution at play, and the foreign gods were not to blame.
However, in reality, this was not a zombie uprising, but merely a snake tide.
As if to confirm his thoughts, a female corpse at the very top trembled violently, and a colorful, strange snake suddenly shot out!
In less than a moment, this place had once again become a sea of snakes!
Zhang Qiling: I knew I shouldn't have bandaged it.
He was almost used to it; he had performed the bloodletting procedure so many times that he was already familiar with it.
But this time was different.
As soon as he reached out, he felt a strong force on his wrist and shoulder.
Wu Tianzhen grabbed his wrist, stopping him from clenching his fist to draw blood.
"You didn't bandage it just now, you were trying to drive the snakes away?"
Wu Tianzhen was furious. When he had seen Zhang Qiling using his blood to clear a path in the pool earlier, he had felt his emotions about to explode. It was Fatty's clowning around that had temporarily eased his tension, but he hadn't expected Zhang Qiling to be so nonchalant, wanting to start again so soon.
As soon as Wu Tianzhen finished speaking, Fatty, who had placed his hand on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, chimed in, "Little Brother, you look down on us too much. Not to mention those snakes are harmless to us now, even if they were poisonous, they wouldn't be able to move us!"
"Right, Tianzhen!"
Wu Tianzhen, still angry and intending to give Zhang Qiling a thorough life lesson on "Protecting Your Body is Everyone's Responsibility," had a thick roll of cloth stuffed into his hand by Fatty.
"Hurry up and wrap up our Little Brother~"
Wu Tianzhen: ...Heh.
And so, in a short while, Zhang Qiling's hand was wrapped like a mummy.
Zhang Qiling: ...My hand is completely immobilized.
"Sorry about that, Little Brother!" Wu Tianzhen finally breathed a sigh of relief, crossing his arms and smiling at his masterpiece, but he still offered an apology verbally.
"My bandaging skills are really not good, I could only wrap it like this!"
"You don't mind, do you, Little Brother?"
Zhang Qiling: ...
"No."
Fatty was laughing so hard he almost spat out his saliva. He had given Wu Tianzhen a large roll of cloth with ill intentions, and as expected, the other party had deeply understood his meaning.
[Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!]
[Little Brother: Did I have a chance to say I minded?]
[Well done! He should be completely wrapped up! So he stops messing around everywhere!]
[Being completely wrapped up lacks a sense of security, wrapping just the left hand is perfect, hahaha!]
[But what now? Without Little Brother's blood, the snakes seem to be getting restless!]
...
The comments were right. After Zhang Qiling's hand was bandaged, the snakes, unable to smell the blood that frightened them, became agitated.
But were Wu Tianzhen and Fatty afraid?
"Little brats, even if you're not poisonous, you dare to act up in front of Fatty!"
Fatty snorted coldly, then a sinister smile spread across his face.
"Tianzhen, have you ever thrown firecrackers?"
Wu Tianzhen blinked, and a similar expression to Fatty's gradually appeared on his face.
And so, a few minutes later.
Zhang Qiling stood blankly in the center, while the two troublemakers beside him, each holding explosives, were gleefully tossing them.
The snakes were blown up whenever they gathered, and when they didn't, they were swatted away by the two with shovels, their dignity completely shattered.
"Hahahaha, Fatty, where did you get so many explosives? And it's quite fun!"
"Of course, Fatty is well-prepared! Half of that bag is filled with these little treasures!"
"Come on, you dare to come over... Watch this explosive!"
Snake swarm: Should I say a swear word right now...
Damn you two scoundrels! You're not human!
The explosives landed in the piles of corpses, causing snakes to flip and turn, and countless white-clothed female corpses were blown into the air.
Wu Tianzhen suddenly felt something was wrong. Doing this seemed like desecrating the dead.
"Fatty, you say, if we blow them up like this, won't those female corpses rise?"
"What are you afraid of!" Fatty blurted out, "I prayed to so many gods just now! One god for each will be enough to handle them!"
"If not, we can just pray to more gods!"
Wu Tianzhen: ...Makes sense.
And so, after the rumbling in his ears, Zhang Qiling soon heard the two beside him start praying to gods while blowing up snakes, muttering incoherently, much like that Gatling Bodhisattva.
Zhang Qiling: Fine.
[Detected that the host's self-sacrificing personality traits have deeply resonated, leaving a profound impression in Wu Tianzhen and Fatty's hearts that 'he likes self-harm and must be strictly managed.']
[Conforms to character image, role-playing degree +3]
[Current role-playing degree 50%]
[Ability unlocked: Corpse Language]
...
Zhang Qiling: ???
How did he become addicted to self-harm and need strict management?
He was clearly a good young man of the new century, with normal values and respect for life!
At this moment, he felt exhausted.
But clearly, Wu Tianzhen and Fatty had different evaluations of him.
After they had driven away the snake swarm by blowing them up, they finally felt much better. Seeing Zhang Qiling standing quietly in place, they even found his expressionless and rebellious look rather obedient.
Only then did they begin to analyze that this place was likely the cafeteria where the Li tribe fed their snakes, and these women were likely sacrifices abandoned by their tribesmen.
Wu Tianzhen suddenly remembered the girls in the murals who were sent to serve the giant snake, perhaps they never imagined that their fate would be to become food.
The exit to this space was easy to find, on the cliff face in the distance. They chatted and laughed as they walked through the piles of corpses. As they walked, they suddenly realized something was amiss.
Fatty's white sweater, stained with blood, actually looked quite harmonious among these black-haired, white-clothed female corpses.
Of course, it was harmonious, Zhang Qiling thought silently.
...Why else would the giant snake try to bite him as soon as he took off his clothes?
Perhaps the long-term sacrifices of the Li tribe had instilled a habit in the giant snake of seeing anyone in white clothes as food. It was just a pity that this time it had cost it its life.