The bottom of the pot has become empty, leaving only a few green vegetable leaves floating above the red oil. The meatballs have bottomed out, and there are many empty wine bottles poured next to them.
The two of us still have one cup for you and one cup for me.
The scarred man burped, looking a little puzzled, "Speaking of which, Brother Li, why did you suddenly catch so many snakes this year? I remember that the snake market is sluggish this year."
It turned out that this was not the first time that the two of them had engaged in poaching.
In the past few years, countless wild animals have died in the hands of these two people. Some were skinned and cramped, and some were sent to the restaurant. It can be said that their hands were stained with blood.
However, snakes have not been in short supply recently, and not many people are buying them, so they generally rarely focus on them.
"I haven't heard of any buyer who wants such a large number of snakes. Isn't this a waste of effort? Brother Li, why are you suddenly interested in snakes?"
Li Han picked up the wine bottle, took a big gulp, shook his head and said:
"It's nothing, it's just that something happened before, so I wanted to catch a few more snakes. If I can't sell them, it would be good for us brothers to make wine for ourselves."
The scarred man licked his mouth, "It's really good for making wine, but by the way, what happened to you, Brother Li?"
Li Han narrowed his eyes, "It's nothing, it's just a snake that killed the falcon."
The scarred man was not interested, "What did I think? Although falcons are the natural enemies of snakes, it is not uncommon to kill them. If you encounter that kind of highly venomous snake and get bitten, don't say anything. It can bring down eagles, falcons, and even tigers and lions.”
"What if I'm talking about a small non-venomous snake?"
The scarred man had a look on his face that said, "Are you kidding me?" He thought Li Han had drunk too much.
"Impossible, Brother Li, aren't you kidding me? How could such a snake have the ability to fight back?"
The wings, beaks and claws of adult falcons are fully developed, and they can easily pose a fatal threat to snakes.
For small and medium-sized snakes, there is almost no chance of survival when encountering this type of natural enemy.
Li Han told everything about the strange things he encountered that day.
"I originally wanted to shoot down the falcon, but when I chased it, I found it was already dead. Judging from the traces on the body, it was indeed caused by a snake, and snake scales were also found at the scene."
After speaking, Li Han took out a burnt black scale, but he didn't expect that he had kept it.
The scarred man took it and looked at it carefully. The scales were very small and obviously black, but there seemed to be a green light underneath, giving it a feeling of half black and half green.
This should be a small snake. Although it is quite special, it is not that rare.
The scarred man looked even more surprised, "Brother Li, you are definitely kidding me. How could such a small snake kill a falcon? You must have drunk too much."
The scarred man didn't take it to heart. After drinking too much, he felt the urge to urinate and got up from his chair.
"Brother Li, I'm going to settle some major life issues first. When I come back, we won't come back until we get drunk."
At this time, Li Han squinted his eyes, seeing the scarred man's urgent need to urinate, and couldn't help but laugh and curse.
"Lazy people poop a lot. Don't fall headfirst into the snow and never come back."
It was just a joke at first, but it turned out to be true.
The scarred man drank a little too much and staggered to the door.
Just now, he was in the room, eating hot pot around the fire, so the temperature was extremely high. Now he was outside, wearing thin clothes, and he was in the mountains. The temperature was probably more than ten degrees below zero.
He unbuttoned his trousers and felt the cold wind hitting his face. He couldn't help but shiver, and his chaotic mind became a little clearer.
"Strange, why those beasts are silent."
The scarred man couldn't help but talk to himself. He usually howled all day long, like a mourning wail, but now he suddenly became quiet. He was really not used to it.
He pulled up his pants, suppressed the urge to urinate for a moment, and spoke nervously, "Don't worry, something happened."
The temperature at night was so low that the cold wind rushed into my throat, as if a knife was cutting me.
After all, for them, those living creatures are golden bumps, representing the God of Wealth.
If something unexpected happens, it means that the work has been in vain for several days, and the buyer is likely to come to receive the goods tomorrow, so nothing can go wrong.
The dark room was dimly lit, like a monster with its bloody mouth open, waiting for him to fall into his trap.
The scarred man walked towards the wooden house, as if he was walking towards hell step by step. For some reason, he felt a chill in his heart.
"If I had known it would be so cold, I would have brought a coat with me when I came out."
"boom--"
The scarred man pushed the door open, and it closed quickly, which startled him. He couldn't help complaining, "The wind is quite strong this night, it's quite scary."
This is the case in winter, when the north wind howls, especially in the mountains, the whining sound is particularly breathtaking.
The scarred man thought it was because of the strong wind outside, but he didn't see the snake's tail hanging down from the beam. It quickly disappeared into the darkness and disappeared.
Because the room was too dark, he could only fumble forward, but he tripped over something. The scarred man stumbled and fell to the ground, his nose bruised and his face swollen.
"Cao Nima, who put the hemp rope in the middle of the room?"
The scarred man wanted to throw the rope farther away, but after looking around, he found everything was empty. Not to mention the rope, there was nothing blocking the way. "What a ghost."
The so-called rope moved, and humanized ridicule flashed through the snake's eyes, quietly watching the scarred man's actions.
He cursed and stood up, thinking that he had drunk too much and tripped his right foot with his left foot, causing him to fall.
But just now the scarred man clearly felt that he must have kicked something long and thin, so he suppressed his uneasiness.
"Forget it, let's find the switch first."
The scarred man learned a lesson and was much more careful this time. He carefully groped the wall and finally touched the switch. However, when he pressed it, the room was still dark and there was no response.
On the ground not far away, a light bulb was lying there quietly, but the scarred man did not see it.
"Damn, there must be another short circuit."
The scarred man was angry that he came out too hastily and didn't bring his mobile phone, otherwise he would be like now, like a blind man, and it would be inconvenient to do anything.
He came to the door and wanted to push it open, but he just touched a piece of cold, slippery, and a little hard, like - snake scales!
The scarred man retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, with a look of horror on his face, "What the hell!"
People always feel extremely afraid of unknown things, not to mention the darkness, which amplifies people's senses countless times.
The scarred man couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and frantically wanted to leave the room. In the great panic, the urge to urinate that he had suppressed spurted out, and there was an unknown yellow liquid on the ground.
There was an indescribable smell in the air.
At the same time, in the depths of darkness, a pair of snake eyes slowly lit up, filled with coldness and bloodthirsty, as if the messenger from hell had arrived.
