#232 - Chapter 232 Black Snake Curse 2

The flute looked like a piece of dark green jade, crystal clear and exquisitely carved. Upon closer inspection, it seemed a jade snake coiled around it, lifelike.

Wei Zhuang didn't care about all that. Seeing that Gao Jin still wanted to resist, he unhesitatingly swung his sword. This sword was extremely fierce and fast, piercing straight towards Gao Jin's heart like lightning. Gao Jin's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, unable to dodge this fatal blow.

The sharp blade pierced through his chest and heart, and Gao Jin felt a sharp pain. Fresh red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still insisted on playing that magical flute with his last strength in a broken manner. At this time, the flute sound was no longer coherent, but became weaker and weaker.

Wei Zhuang frowned, appearing a little impatient. With a forceful wave, he decapitated Gao Jin. As Gao Jin's head fell to the ground, the magical flute also slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Seeing their leader die in the hands of that white-haired swordsman, the Black Snake Gang disciples were stunned. Their eyes were originally full of anticipation and hope, but at this moment, these glimmers instantly dimmed. They looked at each other, their hearts filled with fear and despair.

Wei Zhuang stood in place, his eyes fixed on Gao Jin in front of him, his heart full of curiosity and doubt. He couldn't understand why Gao Jin hadn't died even after being stabbed through the heart.

He approached the corpse and carefully observed it for a moment, then suddenly realized: "How strange, his heart is actually on the left!"

Just as he was about to say something, a faint sound suddenly came from all around. It was a rustling sound, as if countless creatures were approaching them.

Wei Zhuang frowned, looked around vigilantly, and muttered to himself, "Are there any other tricks up his sleeve?"

Just then, the disciples in the courtyard suddenly screamed: "Snakes, there are snakes, so many snakes..." Their terrified voices echoed in the air, breaking the original peaceful atmosphere.

Along with the disciples' screams, the courtyard was immediately in chaos. Those sounds became clearer and clearer, as if countless snakes were quickly shuttling across the ground and in the shadows, bringing a chilling rustling sound.

Wei Zhuang frowned, his eyes sharp, quickly scanning his surroundings. In the night, he saw black shadows quietly approaching, precisely the poisonous snakes summoned by the jade flute.

"Hmph, so that's how it is." Wei Zhuang snorted coldly, understanding a little in his heart. This jade flute was extraordinary and must have some secret method of summoning snakes. Now that Gao Jin was dead, the lingering sound of the flute remained, and his final playing before death seemed to have stimulated some hidden power.

"Everyone, gather together! Retreat outside the gate!" Wei Zhuang shouted loudly, and at the same time, his figure moved, already leaping to the front of the crowd, his long sword gleaming with cold light, preparing to face the coming crisis.

Upon hearing this, the disciples quickly acted according to Wei Zhuang's instructions, gathering towards the gate, forming a small human wall. The remaining Black Snake Gang members who had not yet reacted were caught in the middle by the sudden snake swarm.

Gradually, the poisonous snake swarm finally revealed its true form. They came in various shapes and sizes, some as thick as bowls, some as thin as fingers, but all had blood basins for mouths, revealing sharp fangs, and pounced on the crowd. A thick, fishy stench filled the air, almost suffocating.

Just as they were nervously searching for their target, a Black Snake Gang disciple accidentally stepped on the tail of a snake hidden in the grass. This action angered the nearby snake swarm, and they all raised their heads and attacked the disciple. The other disciples watched the scene in front of them in horror, wanting to help, but not daring to easily approach the fierce snake swarm.

This unfortunate disciple was quickly surrounded by a group of poisonous snakes. He waved the weapon in his hand, trying to drive away these attackers, but more and more poisonous snakes came, constantly pouring in from all directions.

In the end, he was bitten by several poisonous snakes. The venom quickly spread throughout his body, his face turned abnormally black, and his breathing became rapid.

Another disciple was luckier. Although he was bitten by a non-venomous snake, his life was not in danger. However, due to the unbearable pain of the wound, he could no longer fight.

At this time, the remaining Black Snake Gang disciples began to panic. They didn't know how to deal with these suddenly appearing snake swarms, and were even more worried that they would become the next victim.

Taking advantage of the terrain, Wei Zhuang moved like lightning. As his long sword danced, the sword light was like a web, cutting poisonous snakes into several pieces. However, the number of poisonous snakes was large, seemingly endless. Although he was brave, he gradually felt powerless.

"This is not a solution!" Wei Zhuang thought to himself.

He turned to leave, but suddenly stopped, his gaze falling again on the dark green jade flute on the ground. Wei Zhuang flashed and quickly rushed to where the jade flute was, grabbed it, and gently brushed off the blood stains. The end of the flute was engraved with the words 'Azure Dragon'.

Retreating to the Hongmen disciples, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to sense the remaining power in the jade flute.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, a look of helplessness on his face, he didn't sense anything.

In this situation, it was either the item or a secret method. Wei Zhuang hardened his heart and used his sword to chop at the Azure Dragon.

The Azure Dragon didn't move at all. Wei Zhuang was even more surprised. Blood energy circulated on the blade of the sword, and he used all his strength to strike.

The jade flute still didn't move, and Wei Zhuang didn't hurt it in the slightest.

Wei Zhuang's face became colder. He stepped towards Gao Jin's corpse and searched for a moment but still found nothing.

Wei Zhuang then looked at the Black Snake Gang members who were caught in the middle: "Which of you usually takes care of the snakes your leader raised?"

Surrounded by snakes, a young man shouted: "The leader has a snake pond in the backyard. He usually doesn't allow disciples to enter. You can go there to find a solution."

Wei Zhuang looked at the young man who spoke, thought for a moment, and with the circulation of blood energy, walked towards the backyard.

The snakes along the way were cut in half by Wei Zhuang, which surprised everyone nearby. They looked at Wei Zhuang with awe and gratitude in their eyes.

The snake pond in the backyard was very obvious. The snakes along the way all came from one place, like prisoners who had broken out of their cages, running around.

Wei Zhuang stepped into the backyard, and the scene before him made him frown. A huge snake pond came into view, densely packed with various kinds of poisonous snakes. They were particularly restless due to the loss of control, constantly tumbling in the pond, and some even climbed out of the pond and joined the ranks of besieging the Black Snake Gang disciples.

"So the problem lies here." Wei Zhuang thought to himself, then his eyes sharpened, scanning the surroundings of the snake pond. He noticed a simple wooden shed by the pond, which seemed to contain some tools and medicines for raising snakes.

"Perhaps the answer is there." Wei Zhuang had an idea in his mind, and with a flash, he was already in front of the wooden shed. He quickly searched and soon found an old notebook, which recorded the breeding methods, habits, and secret methods of recalling these poisonous snakes.

"Found it!" Wei Zhuang was overjoyed and quickly opened the notebook to study it carefully. After a moment, a knowing smile appeared on his face, as if he had found the key to solving the current predicament.

Wei Zhuang, holding his long sword, slowly walked towards the snake pond. He took a deep breath and, according to the records in the notebook, searched for the red snake king.

Wei Zhuang didn't want to feed himself to the snakes. He fully circulated his blood energy and strength, and bombarded the fleeting red shadow with his blood energy and strength.

This was a red snake as thick as a baby's arm, with a triangular head, indicating extreme toxicity, but no matter how it hid, it couldn't escape the sharp eyes of the swordsman.

He picked up the red snake, put it in a special snake basket, hung it in the northern corner of the snake pond, and lit charcoal underneath, with thick smoke surrounding the red snake, causing the red snake to hiss.

With the hissing of the red snake, the poisonous snakes that were originally attacking frantically suddenly stopped. They began to appear confused and chaotic, and finally turned around one after another, following the aura of the red snake, and returned to the snake pond.

The crisis was resolved, and the courtyard returned to a moment of tranquility. The disciples looked at each other, unable to believe what had happened before them.

The moon hid and the stars sank. In the courtyard of the Black Snake Gang, only low breathing and the occasional sound of weapons falling to the ground remained. Wei Zhuang stood beside the corpse, the dark green jade flute stained with blood, making it even more eerie. His eyes were cold, as if he could penetrate the night and see into the deepest fears of people's hearts.

The surrounding Black Snake Gang disciples, either kneeling or standing, all had faces of shock and despair. Among them, some trembled with their hands, trying to pick up the scattered weapons, but it was all in vain; some lowered their heads and wept, mourning the fall of the leader, but also understood that from now on, the glory of the Black Snake Gang was a thing of the past.

"You, what else do you have to say?" Wei Zhuang's voice was low and powerful, penetrating the night and falling into everyone's heart. His tone was without any emotion, as if he was merely stating a fact, rather than asking a question.

The disciples looked at each other, and finally, an older man gathered his courage and replied in a trembling voice: "We are willing to surrender, only begging that the young hero can spare our lives. Although the Black Snake Gang is dead, we still have families and children, and we need to live."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhuang's eyes flickered slightly. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "Those who surrender can be spared death. But you must remember that the past is all in the past. From now on, obey the orders of Hongmen."