Chapter 682: Death Round Table Base

The group continued to move on, and the number of skeletons they encountered along the way gradually increased.

But without exception, the lingering spirits on these skeletons were very scant. The further they went, the more the skeletons started to weather.

"I seem to smell a familiar scent?"

The Cowskin Snake peeked its head out from Beta's back, curiously looking around, but the surroundings were pitch-dark, and the Cowskin Snake couldn't see anything.

Awooo awooo...

(Get off my head, you stinking snake...)

Beta rolled his eyes, looking disgruntled at the Cowskin Snake on his head.

"Quiet, I really feel something."

Despite not being able to see anything, the Cowskin Snake continued to look around earnestly indeed. Beta also unintentionally stopped, letting the Cowskin Snake crawl around him.

Until the Cowskin Snake made a small nest shape with the fur on Beta's head.

Awooo awooo!

(You stinking snake, even a dog has its limit, watch how I bite you to death!)