Everyone in the conference room of Fanxing Building had resisted in thought or action, but in the end, they accepted their fate, just like this white python.
"Go ahead, someone is coming," she said. "I have to get ready."
Not far away, there was an abandoned cabin. The roof was made of straw, but now there was no roof, and only three walls were left. Maybe it was destroyed by war, or maybe it was destroyed by beasts. After all, this was still a barbaric era, and many beasts were much bigger than they would be two thousand years later.
She walked directly in from the broken wall.
The wooden house had four bare walls. In the corner was a collapsed wooden bed, and the only thing that could be considered as furniture was a wooden cabinet. After all, the people who lived here did not have anything valuable to hide.
In front of the door was a stove made of stones. A copper pot with several corners missing was on the stove. The bottom of the pot was smoked black, and the stove was full of cold ashes and burnt coke.
She went straight to the wooden cabinet, lifted the lid, and saw what she wanted. It was a ragged dress, but it was clean. It might be the only decent dress of the people who lived here.
If it was an ordinary junior high school girl, she would definitely hate such ragged clothes, and she wouldn't even touch them. However, she didn't care. She took it out of the cabinet and put it on her body.
Then she dug a handful of ashes from the bottom of the stove, smeared it on her hair, face, and the exposed parts of her body, and messed up her hair.
In the blink of an eye, the beautiful little girl had turned into a little beggar with messy hair and a dirty face.
"Well, this is more like it."
She was very satisfied with her dress. Anyway, she couldn't see anything in the dark, and this was enough.
When she entered the house, the white python slithered to the path, coiled up, raised its head, and glared at her. It kept flicking its dark red tongue.
This was its end, and also its beginning.
It wanted to embrace death in its best state, and it also wanted to welcome a new life in its best state.
The moonlight shone on its thick scales, which were like chainmail, making it look both mysterious and terrifying.
It didn't have to wait long.
A man in ragged clothes, who looked like a farmer, hurried from the far end of the path. In order to avoid tripping, he kept his eyes on the ground and his head down as he ran. He did not notice the white python blocking his way until he heard the sound of the python's scales rubbing against each other. He suddenly realized what was going on.
"Mother! What a huge snake! "
He looked up and was so scared that he fell to the ground. His pants were wet and his heart almost stopped beating.
They had seen snakes nearby. Sometimes, when they were hungry, they would kill snakes to eat. They had never thought that there would be such a big snake, and it was a majestic white snake. It was like a snake king, or … a white dragon.
"Grandpa Snake God, I have a family to take care of. Please don't eat me! I beg you! "He kowtowed as if he was pounding garlic with his head, crying with snot and tears.
The snake moved very fast. There was mud on both sides of the path, so there was no way he could escape. He thought that he would die. If he had known earlier, he would have gone to Mount Li to repair the imperial mausoleum. Although he would still die, at least he could live a few more days. It was much better than being swallowed alive by the snake and becoming snake dung.
After waiting for a while, the urine in his pants had turned cold, but the snake had not swallowed him.
He gathered his courage and looked up. Suddenly, he found that the snake's eyes were empty, as if it was not looking at him.
Could it be … that the snake was sleeping?
He tried to climb up quietly, but the snake still did not move.
So, he softened his steps and slowly retreated. His head and body were covered in sweat, afraid that he would wake it up.
The snake seemed to be asleep, and its body was motionless.
He retreated far enough before running in the direction he came from. He hated that his parents didn't give him more legs.
He ran like his life depended on it, and did not dare to stop until he was foaming at the mouth, until he almost bumped into someone who was walking towards him.
That person was not young. He had a bronze sword on his waist, and his hair and beard were all white. He was drunk and reeked of alcohol, but his every movement had an intimidating aura.
"Stop! Who is running at night! "The man shouted. He held the hilt of his sword and tried his best to open his drunken eyes, sizing him up.
The farmer recognized the man with the sword. As if he had seen his savior, he said breathlessly, "Pavilion … Pavilion Leader … there is a snake in front of us … I will return!"
He was responsible for exploring the path. There was only one path in the forest. The other places seemed to be covered in thick leaves, but in fact, it was a bottomless swamp. There was no way to go.
Since the snake had occupied the only path, they could not go forward, so they could only retreat.
"Hahahaha!"
The man with the sword was drunk. Hearing this, he suddenly felt heroic.
Although there were snakes nearby, he had never seen a particularly big one. He laughed at the farmer's lack of knowledge, thinking that a snake as thick as an adult man's arm was a big snake.
"What is there to fear!"
Under the influence of alcohol, he suddenly pulled out the bronze sword with a clang, which startled the farmer.
"Pavilion Leader, no! This snake is very big! "
The farmer wanted to stop the man with the sword. The snake was not something that could be killed by a human. If it was awakened, it would be the same as sending food to its door.
The man with the sword was drunk. He impatiently pushed the farmer away and strode forward.
The farmer beat his chest and stamped his feet. He and his companions admired the man with the sword and swore to follow him. They could not bear to see the man with the sword die like this. However, he was really scared by the snake and did not dare to follow the man with the sword alone.
Thinking of the others, he quickly ran back.
After running for a short distance, there was a fire in front of him.
A few farmers in ragged clothes were roasting mountain rats around a bonfire. When they saw him coming back, they invited him to eat roasted mountain rats with them.
How could he be bothered to eat? He angrily recounted what had happened. Everyone was shocked. They had sworn to follow the man with the sword, and they would follow him through life and death. So, they stepped on the bonfire and picked up their weapons to protect themselves. They ordered him to lead the way and rescue the man with the sword. Even if they were to die, they would die together. Only then would they live up to the kindness of the man with the sword.
The man with the sword at least had a bronze sword. The farmers only had a hoe with a wooden stick and a stone. They could not hurt the scales of the snake at all. Even if they went, they would only be sending food to the snake for the winter.
The farmer who led the way complained in his heart. However, everyone was going to save the man with the sword. If he did not go, wouldn't it seem like he was afraid of death? Although he was a farmer, he knew how to repay kindness. He would rather die than be looked down upon by others.
Forget it!
He gritted his teeth and made up his mind. At most, he would return his life to the man with the sword.
So, he quickly led the other farmers to chase after the man with the sword.
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