No blood splattered, and there was no struggle at all as the long body fell straight to the ground. Xiao Lin jumped down from the exhaust pipe, walked up to the snake's head, took out a short blade, and cut it off, holding the head in his hand.
"Come out!" He coldly released two words into the silent air.
Behind Xiao Lin, a short and thin old man jumped down from a vent, hands behind his back. A goatee hung from his chin, and his long robe covered him, lacking only a long braid at the back of his head. Xiao Lin looked at him, feeling transported to the Qing Dynasty; this person seemed quite exotic.
The old man said nothing, his gaze landing on the snake head in Xiao Lin's hand, eyes filled with murderous intent. "Give it to me, and I'll let you keep your life."
Xiao Lin lifted the head in his hand. "You want this? I'll give it back to you." With that, he tossed it like a ball towards the old man's face, emitting a hissing sound.
