The night had deepened, and above the campfire, the water boiled vigorously.
Everyone listened intently to the story, curious about how the giant python would choose in such a situation.
Peng San-ye sighed, "Actually, the story should end here, because after that, the ancestors of Peng Village had collapsed due to exhaustion. What happened next, he couldn't remember clearly. Whether the giant python agreed to the Taoist's request or not, no one knows for sure, only that when he escaped, both the giant python and the Taoist were gone."
Wang Meng, who was engrossed in the story, touched his head anxiously, "Oh my, San-ye, how can you stop the story halfway like this? Being stuck in the middle without conclusion is really uncomfortable."
"Yes, Peng San-ye, what happened later? You were saying before that someone brought something out from the mountain, what was it?" Zhang Dongke asked.