Following the steps Electrolux had described in order, Chen Ping first sent the snake head hiding in the toilet, waiting to ambush him, flying with another swing of his staff. Only then did he extend a hand, draw a strange rune, and press it toward the snake head.
That single move instantly changed the snake head's gaze from hatred of the living to supreme reverence for the God of the Dead.
"Ah, ah, our great God of the Dead has descended."
Chen Ping looked at the corpse knight, now reduced to a snake head, before picking him up.
"What's your name?"
The question stumped the snake head. Only after a long while did he answer, "Snake."
Snake?
The corner of Chen Ping's mouth twitched slightly. "You're Snake, so what was that big snake underneath you called?"
"He's called Doesn't Eat Snake."
The snake head answered Chen Ping's question with complete seriousness. The hand sign Chen Ping had just displayed represented a rune that only the holder of the highest authority over the entire Undead Demiplane could draw.
The snake head considered everything his great God of the Undead did to be reasonable.
Although he could not understand why their great master had changed from a lich into a human, all he needed to do was cooperate obediently.
Chen Ping held the snake head and questioned him for a while before roughly figuring out his strength.
Had the Undead Demiplane not slumbered for so long, this Snake-Man Corpse Knight's combat strength at his peak should have been about equal to a Soul Douluo's. Of course, all he had left now was the fighting power of a beefed-up Soul Emperor.
There were many undead in the Undead Demiplane like Snake, whose originally considerable strength had declined drastically with the passage of time.