In the middle of the night, Ye Wenlu and Ni Hongye sat in a place where they could be slightly warmed by the campfire. One was grinding the fruits he had collected in the past few days, and the other was maintaining his knives.
Everyone else has already fallen asleep, but they are all in a light sleep and will wake up immediately if there is any danger.
The climate in Mangshan is humid, which is especially obvious after nightfall. The clouds in the sky seem to sink slowly, and the humid mist sticks to the leaves, wetting them in a blink of an eye. If it sticks to clothes, the clothes will quickly become wet, just like clothes that have just been washed and have not yet dried.
In this kind of environment, people would become lazy due to the heavy humidity. If they encountered miasma in the mountains, the ancients might have lost their lives.
Fortunately, Wuming and others are not ordinary people. They have internal energy flowing in their bodies, so they don’t feel too damp when they rest near the campfire.
"Huh, why do you think there are no pythons in Mang Mountain?" Ye Wenlu exhaled a puff of smoke, and then suddenly asked Ni Hongye.
Ni Hongye was stunned for a moment, then did not answer, but lowered his head to continue maintaining the knife. Ye Wenlu suddenly felt helpless and said, "I just found a lot of poisonous snakes, and there is indeed no python. But this mountain is called Python Mountain. Don't you think there is a problem?"
"I don't know. If there really is a python, then kill it." Ni Hongye said calmly.
Ye Wenlu smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid this python is not an ordinary python."
Late at night, raindrops fell from the sky, and a rain different from ordinary rain also fell. People in the mountains were unaware of their heavy responsibilities, and only by looking up at the foot of the mountain could they notice this unique scene.
In the Snake Village, the 'villager' who had expelled Wuming and the others leaned against the eaves, looking up at the misty Python Mountain. From his perspective, he could vaguely see a gigantic python slowly falling from the sky. Its body was huge but loose, and it quickly turned into mist and returned to the sky after falling onto the Python Mountain, repeating this process over and over again.
When this cloud python was eating, it would silently suck out all the blood, flesh and nutrients from the bodies of some venomous snakes, leaving only a layer of snake skin.
After finishing its meal, the cloud python returned to the air and stopped moving.
The rain has stopped.
The sun gradually rose from the horizon. The plants on Mangshan were nourished by the rain, and their tender leaves looked delicate and tempting.
The birds woke up one after another, standing on the branches and chirping, it was unclear whether they were courting mates or warning their companions.
Wuming and the others got up, feeling lazy, but after their bodies were cleansed by their internal energy, they immediately became energetic again. After having breakfast, they prepared to leave.
Without a horse, Mark walked towards the escort carriage.
"Fuck!"
Suddenly, Mark took two steps back and let out a cry of surprise.
Everyone walked forward and saw that the horse pulling the escort cart was only a skin left, having died silently.
"Didn't you hear any noise last night?" Wuming looked at Ye Wenlu and Ni Hongye.
Ye Wenlu shook his head and said, "No, after the rain, the horse was a little uneasy, but it didn't make too much noise, and I can guarantee that nothing came close."
"Yes, I can guarantee it too!" Ni Hongye nodded.
If a large animal approached, there was no way she would not notice it.
Seeing the two were so sure, Wuming frowned and said, "It seems that there are some mysterious creatures in Mangshan that we don't know about. Let's leave as soon as possible. Let's go."