Going to the Great Canteen for a Meal, the Deepest Part of Ghost Pit

Qin Yang stood barefoot on the ground. On the instep of each foot was a black snake-head mark that sent chills down one's spine at a glance. If one did not look closely, one might even mistake his feet for the heads of two black snakes.

Qin Yang looked them over from left to right and sensed them carefully for quite a while, yet still could not figure out what the two marks were for.

But seeing Yin Bei Beast's now-slim belly, he knew this had certainly cost it dearly—a true hemorrhage.

"What is this thing for?"

"Hiss hiss..."

Yin Bei Beast raised its two heads and hissed for a long while. As it hissed, the two heads began fighting each other. Within moments, Yin Bei Beast's body had knotted itself into a dead knot, its two heads each facing a different direction as they continued spraying abuse at one another.

Qin Yang could not understand a word, but he could roughly sense that the two heads were scrambling to claim credit.

If he imagined their conversation, it was probably something like this.

"I came up with it. What does that have to do with a miserly bastard like you?"

"Bullshit! I was the one who suggested it. You were just following along to eat farts!"

Though Qin Yang could not understand them, he still reached out, untangled Yin Bei Beast from its dead knot, and stroked both its heads.

"Well done. Bai Lin actually escaped that little town. With how strange he is, getting out of there should not have been a problem. Once I catch him later, I'll prepare a feast for you. For now, I'll take you to the Great Canteen for a meal!"

Yin Bei Beast's two heads stopped arguing and wound themselves around Qin Yang's