"Looks close, but walking down will take at least two hours."
Uncle Lin gave Chen Ying a concerned look but dared not help him.
There was a slippery stretch of the path earlier, and he was about to offer assistance when he saw a snakehead poke out from Chen Ying's collar.
Even with its unusual color, people who grew up in the mountains couldn't possibly mistake what kind of snake it was.
"Be careful, there's a cobra in your clothes..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Ying stuffed the snakehead back into his collar.
A minute later, that little head sneakily poked out again.
Chen Ying awkwardly took a step back, "Uncle Lin, Ah-Ping, just go ahead, don't worry about me. The snake won't bite me."
It wouldn't bite him, but he couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't bite others, so Chen Ying tried to keep a distance from his companions.
Uncle Lin gave him a complex look, his gaze then shifted to the aloof Little Jin.
