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The heated meat market was immediately frozen.
The customers who were drooling just now seemed to have a lump of wet hair stuck in their throat. They could not utter a single sound.
The boy managed to turn his face and saw a very "wet" man.
Ignoring the cobra-like lumps on his forehead, the man was actually quite decent, but his sweat glands seemed to be affected by radiation. Yellow sweat was flowing out all the time. Illuminated by the lackluster sunlight, it looked like a layer of brown scales.
"Snake—Master Snake…"
The butcher, who had been so confident a moment ago, was now at a loss and stammering as he explained, "I—I didn't know that you weren't planning to sell it. This sheep was brought by Fourth Brother. He said—he said—"
"Yes, Master Snake."