Counting the time, today is the sixth day of the poisonous snake massacre in the village.
For the villagers of the Great Wilderness Border Village, shrouded in the shadow of the serpent disaster, opening their eyes meant another day filled with a terrifying gloom.
Xu Binghu woke up early, preparing to go hunting in the Great Mountain. He eats a lot in one day, and so does the Peregrine Falcon. Most importantly, he needs to prepare materials for the third body refining.
Just as he reached the village gate, he stopped and looked ahead with a heavy face.
In front of him, dozens of dark red snakes lay dead at the entrance of the Great Wilderness Border Village, some severed in half, others belly-up.
Xu Binghu had frequently entered the Great Mountain to hunt over the past year and had seen many bizarre occurrences, but snakes dying at the village gate, and in such an eerie manner, was something he had never seen before.
