Chapter 48: Grilled Crocodile Meat Part 2

The corner of Zhang Qingshui’s mouth curved into a very attractive arc, and she swept her gaze over Wang Ya’s chest again, which bore a long, whip-like cyan bruise. Snow-white plump breasts, faint cyan bruises, youthful vigor—it made her want to reach out and pinch a couple more times. Zhang Qingshui lightly tossed out, “Wang Ya, you’re especially suited to be an M Submissive!” Then she turned and left.

What was an M Submissive?

Wang Ya didn’t understand and secretly tsked, “What the hell is that?” She glanced down at her chest and saw the bruise. She immediately cursed inwardly, “A bunch of bastards!” One whipped her with roots, and another watched the fun and mocked her!

Wang Ya wrung her long pants hard several times, pulled them on, then took her bra and put it on. The bra was full of sponge; no matter how much she wrung it, it stayed damp and stuffy against her breasts, making her very uncomfortable. She could only take it off, casually toss it toward the riverbank, and pull on her tank top and tattered jacket. Just as she put on the jacket, she heard a “splash” from the riverbank, followed by something coming ashore and rapidly crawling toward her. The thing was extremely fast; the sounds it made hitting stones while crawling indicated it was at least two meters long.

A two-meter-long amphibious “creature”?

While Wang Ya was stunned, the thing that crawled out of the water approached. Her palm pressed on the large rock, and agile as a monkey, she flipped onto the rock, leaped forward more than three meters, and then heard a “bang” behind her as a heavy object smashed to the ground. That impact had at least a thousand jin of force.

Wang Ya ran even faster underfoot, almost flying over the rocks. She shouted loudly, “Old Tang, we’ve got company!”

The people by the fire had already heard the commotion.

Old Tang “shua” drew his Tang Dao and stood up.

Wang Cheng’an exclaimed loudly, “Wow, it’s so big!”

Zhang Qingshui “uh”ed, grabbed Huang Qi, and quickly retreated.

Wang Ya leaped over the heap of rocks. After landing steadily, she turned back to look and saw a Giant Crocodile with a bra on its head rapidly crawling toward them from seven or eight meters away. Wang Ya recognized that the bra on the Giant Crocodile’s head was the one she had just casually tossed toward the riverbank. She was stunned for a moment, then utterly embarrassed: Did she have to be this unlucky?! She shouted in frustration and anger, “Is this for real? How can there be crocodiles in China! Aren’t they only in Africa? Who released foreign breeds into this remote mountain river?!”

Zhang Qingshui slanted a glance at Wang Ya, not even bothering to mock her.

Old Tang charged at the Giant Crocodile rushing toward them with the bra on its head, Tang Dao in hand.

Huang Qi asked, “Wang Ya, haven’t you heard of the Pig Granny Dragon? The ancient Pig Granny Dragon and alligator were what we now call the Yangtze Alligator, China’s unique freshwater crocodile, a national first-class endangered protected species. You can still see traces of dinosaur-era reptiles on it; it’s called a living fossil.” Her brows furrowed as she said, “But this crocodile has heavy Yin Qi and corpse qi on its body, exuding an evil aura.” There was one more strange thing she didn’t mention. This dark river had no sunlight, and the bone-chilling water was below the temperature Yangtze Alligators could adapt to—not suitable for cold-blooded creatures like crocodiles. So why was there a Yangtze Alligator here?

Wang Cheng’an yanked a soft, long thing from the shadows beside what seemed like coffin boards and held it up. He said, “This is the Pig Granny Dragon! There are plenty on the riverbank below. I just caught one!”

Wang Ya looked at what Wang Cheng’an held and saw it was a small alligator skin less than a meter long. She glanced at the meat on the fire, which had a large chunk cut off and roasted. She was speechless.

Over there, Old Tang and the Pig Granny Dragon were fighting fiercely.

Wang Ya had thought crocodiles were only fierce in water, but this one was just as ferocious on land. Especially its thick skin like soft armor—Old Tang’s Tang Dao couldn’t injure it when chopped. Though its legs were short, it crawled quickly, and its tail whipped with whooshing sounds.

Huang Qi suddenly spoke up, “There’s movement in the river! Let’s withdraw! Back to the plank road! Martial Uncle, don’t tangle—go now!” She turned and led the way.

Zhang Qingshui called, “Old Tang, withdraw quickly!” She supported Huang Qi and climbed toward the large rock ahead in her high heels—at least seven centimeters high. With one hand on the one-meter-high rock, she jumped up effortlessly.

Wang Cheng’an grabbed the rusty skewer with crocodile meat still on it and dashed toward the plank road. As he ran, he shouted, “Yaya, run fast! Daddy packed barbecue for you!”

Wang Ya also felt something was very wrong. She looked toward the river surface but saw nothing, then heard a “splash” of breaking water. Wang Ya rolled backward swiftly, scrambling and crawling toward the plank road.

Old Tang “whoosh” leaped past Wang Ya. At the same time, Wang Ya heard incessant “splash splash splash” from the water’s edge, and something seemed to be chasing behind!

Wang Ya ran even faster, flipping and leaping, covering seventy or eighty meters in one go until she reached the plank road edge. Only then did she turn back to look toward the riverbank. At that sight, her eyes widened, and goosebumps rose all over her body! If her vigilance had been even slightly lower while bathing earlier, letting these crocodiles get close, or if she had gone into the river to wash, she would probably already be blood-soaked in the river, her corpse in pieces feeding the crocodiles! Wang Ya broke out in a cold sweat from lingering fear!

The riverbank crawled with densely packed crocodiles—big ones over two meters long, small ones over one meter. More were climbing from the river.