The sound of the flute echoed in the night.
The figure slowly walked toward Tang Hao. The illumination from the street lamps showed that he was someone wrinkly, thin, and dark. His face was skeletal, and the headgear he wore was tall and exotic.
He held a flute in his hands, on which he played an eerie melody.
Snakes were coiled around his neck and waist. There were many more snakes following behind him.
What was most surprising was that the snakes did not slither on the ground but rather floated in the air. They looked like cobras but with wings. Some of them were black, and some of them were vividly colored.
Every snake was about as thick as a man's wrist.
Tang Hao was surprised when he saw that.
Flying snakes?
An assassin from Hindustan?
He was confused.
However, all around him, the surviving assassins stuck their heads out from behind cover and exclaimed in surprise.
