It was 3 AM, the darkest time before dawn. This was also the time when farmers around the hill’s vicinity were mostly still in deep sleep.
But a loud noise, as if a muffled thunder struck the flat land, was suddenly heard near Walled Hill Village’s foot, waking up the sleeping villagers.
The sleeping villagers only half-consciously mumbled to themselves as they turned over and continued to sleep.
Some villagers carefully listened, and apart from the roaring voice of the owls, there were no other voices, so they also slowly went back to sleep again.
Suddenly, someone surprisingly appeared on top of the serpent that had fallen to the ground.
This person and the snake had an awe-inspiring fight before in Walled Mountain Village. It was Tang Xiu and the Black Python.
The Black Python had already died at this time, its body curled up and lumped. Tang Xiu was standing in the center of its coiled body, grimacing in pain with a fearful expression lingering on his face.
