In the end, it muttered to itself in confusion, "It's been five thousand years since anyone has visited me."
When Tang Zelin heard the three words "five thousand years," his forehead suddenly twitched.
The situation, which severely exceeded his understanding, made him feel bewildered.
He was also reminiscing, thinking if there was anything special about the way he had found this place or some method that led him here.
The Giant Python stared at him for a while, "What kind of things do you have with you?"
"What do you mean by 'what kind of things'?"
"What do you usually carry with you?"
"Guns."
The Giant Python spoke disdainfully, "Not that kind of thing, that's from your mortal world. Other things, something special, something different from your world."
Tang Zelin lowered his head and pondered for a bit, a faint smile on his lips, his hands casually in his trouser pockets.
