*This thing wasn't just feeding; it was preparing to parasitize!*
*Perhaps this was why those four corpse retrievers of the Qing Dynasty ended up as bearers.*
Run Sheng reached behind him and grabbed it.
"Brother Run Sheng, don't..."
Before the warning could be finished, Run Sheng yanked the creature from his back.
The mandibles didn't stay in, for a chunk of meat the size of a mahjong tile was torn out.
"Ugh..."
Run Sheng shivered, remarkably feeling a slight comfort.
*This was probably a numbing effect produced by some substance secreted by the gecko serpent during parasitization, like scratching a mosquito bite with one's fingernail.*
Xue Liangliang anxiously glanced around. Everyone's clothes were soaked again and again, making it impossible to find suitable disinfectants or blood-staunching supplies.
