"That place has become a battlefield now. West Mountain is gone, West River is gone too. Nothing but scorched earth remains."
Wang Wu did not know how to comfort this utterly loyal Snake Demon whose life was nearing its end. Though it had never been of any use in its entire life, that was precisely why he found it so regrettable.
"Is that so? What a pity. I can barely remember what it looked like over there anymore. Sometimes I dream of it, but it never feels real..." Snake Nineteen murmured. Its state was somewhat strange. Perhaps having finally completed the mission of its life, it felt at a loss?
Wang Wu looked at it. He truly wanted to ask whether there were other Snake Guards in Shamen Village. Besides that, he wanted to know what methods the Ancient Bear King had used back then to make these Snake Demons so fiercely loyal.
Or perhaps Snake Nineteen's experiences and intelligence from the past sixteen hundred years—those were all precious treasures. Yet he found it difficult to ask.
Call him old-fashioned if you wanted, but he felt that a lurking Snake Guard that had devoted its whole life to the Ancient Blood Bear Clan deserved at least a little respect, a little care.
Though it seemed useless as tits on a bull.
Wang Wu fell silent, and Snake Nineteen fell silent as well. After a long while, it softly hummed a peculiar little tune with a unique rhythm. Though it carried a trace of snake-like sound, it was unexpectedly pleasant to hear.
Within the dark secret chamber, candlelight flickered. Yet Wang Wu thought of She Daduan and She Ergou's home in the Great Pit. They had four children too. Before they fell asleep, did she also hum the same Serpent folk