Forty-some kilometers from Baiqiu Village.
Night.
White Python Guo Xudong was resting quietly, half-leaned against a branch of a huge tree that required two people to embrace.
He was wrapped in a luminous stone blanket that isolated the shadow, breathing through the vent holes in the blanket.
With time passing by, the night grew ever deeper.
A rustling sound of insects crawling gradually emerged from the ground.
Guo Xudong abruptly opened his eyes, yanked off the blanket, and looked down.
In the dim moonlight, large clumps of black insects surged from the dark soil below, like fountains erupting from spot to spot.
The black insects surged up from the ground, spreading like crazy ants around the area, and in less than fifteen seconds, the entire grassland turned black.
Wave after wave of blackness moved through the woods, seeking any living thing it could devour and tear apart.
