Thanks to Tang Mo keeping him fed, Qin Ling had soon fattened up nicely.
Meanwhile, Tang Mo's Sword Skill had improved by leaps and bounds; compared to before, it was the difference between a child and an adult.
There were only three days left until the mist dispersed, a date Tang Mo kept firmly in mind. At this point, Qin Ling was clearly getting restless.
"This won't do. I have to kill that thing. Got anything else useful? Lend it to me. I'll pay you back once we're out of here." No matter how he looked at it, Qin Ling couldn't stand the sight of that huge, coiled snake.
He was now fully recovered and raring to go. 'Isn't it time for the roles of Hunter and prey to be reversed?'
"I'll go with you. I have some gasoline and realgar wine. I still have the gun you gave me last time. You can use the Wind Breaker. What else do you think you'll need?"
Tang Mo took out the items they might need one by one. She had long been prepared for Qin Ling to undertake this momentous task.
