Whoosh Spicy Strip traced a beautiful arc through the air, its body twisting as it flew forward.
Looking at Little Green on the ground a short distance ahead, tired but still rubbing her body diligently, Chen Yu drew a deep breath, his feelings complicated.
"How many places have I tried now? Is my luck really that bad, or is there something wrong with the method?"
Impossible.
Not that it was impossible for the method to be wrong.
Rather, his luck could never be bad. He had transmigrated painlessly without being hit by a truck, awakened a system, and even obtained a mysterious treasure trove like the Immortal Ruins. No matter how he looked at it, he was this world's chosen son of fortune. He even loved to smile.
So, was the method wrong?
Black Pythons had a keen sense of smell.
They were lustful.
They liked the smell of blood.
All this had been recorded by his predecessors...
No.
Could it be...
Chen Yu's expression changed.
"Did some predecessor make all this up just to screw me over across time and space? Let me think. Who was the bastard who wrote that book about the Black Mist Marsh I read before coming here...?"
"I think his name was Wei Yang. An alchemist."
"Fine. Wei Yang, right? You little bastard, you'd better not let me catch you. Otherwise, not even Jesus will be able to keep the lid on your coffin. You have my word!"
His thoughts ran wild. Just as Chen Yu's imagination wandered to this point...
Suddenly!
Not far ahead.
A thick black figure slithered across the ground. It was a full 18.5 meters long, pitch-black all over, with a metallic sheen. Its eyes were blue-green with tiny black pupils, and it flicked out its forked tongue from time