Ye Qing did not participate in the discussion.
He placed the python on the ground, his eyes fixed on several silver metallic helmets in the corner:
"Sister Dai, could you help me bring those helmets here, thank you."
"Okay." Su Dai walked briskly over, grabbing a helmet with one hand and carried them back.
"Hold it steady, place them here." Ye Qing drew a shiny curved knife from his leg and pointed the tip at the python's vital area, seven inches behind its head.
Su Dai glanced nervously at the python, "Xiao Ye, is this python completely dead?"
She wanted to turn back to look for Sun Jingtao, only to remember that Sun Jingtao, supported by Kong Wu, had gone into the tunnel to take care of personal business.
"Yes. The snake blood should still be a bit warm; we need to drain it quickly." Ye Qing gently pressed on the python's body and explained.
The python's body was still somewhat flexible, not stiff.
