Chapter 1847: Don't Waste Words Here

After returning to this cave, the three-eyed black-red snake's emotions clearly stabilized, no longer restless and irritable.

Perhaps the taste of these scales made the spirit snake feel profoundly at peace.

Luo Fu checked again around the cave, but Long Feixue was deeply confused.

"Big Brother Luo, what exactly are you looking for?"

"I buried all these black scales behind the cave—I dared not discard them carelessly, because I heard people from the Linglong Pavilion say the black-red snake has predators!"

"I'm afraid throwing the scales around might attract the black-red snake's predators!" said Long Feixue.

Precisely because of this, Long Feixue carefully buried all the scales shed by the black-red snake in a pit behind the cave.

It was an indirect way of helping Luo Fu collect all the scales!

The three-eyed black-red snake has molted for five years, shedding every three days, each time leaving two or three scales; though few per molt, the total accumulated is considerable.

Luo Fu said: "Go check the pit behind the cave!"

Long Feixue sighed; though she found it troublesome, she had no chance of defeating Luo Fu and his group.

Besides, they had kindly used a three-hundred-year-old soul bone to secure his release from the Linglong Pavilion people—saving both her and Xiao Bai's lives.

She still had no idea how to repay that debt.