Chapter 130: The Two-Headed Evil Serpent

The pig was not restless at all; it was well-behaved and easy to drive. Before long, we emerged from the deep mountains.

I scrutinized the fat pig. It had kept its mouth tightly shut and maintained a dull, listless expression the entire way back, not making a single sound. This was truly abnormal. Moreover, I did not seem to have heard it breathe! Pigs have large snouts, and their breathing is usually quite audible, but I hadn't heard a thing during the entire journey back.

When we returned to the village, the people were already up, and several children were chasing each other around.

Suddenly, the fat pig bolted. Shedding its previous lethargy, it ran with incredible speed! Whatever had provoked it, it raced toward the group of children.

Caught off guard, I hurriedly gave chase. The gaunt middle-aged man and the others also scrambled after it, shouting at the children to get out of the way.

The pig charged aggressively. The children scattered in terror, but one child tripped and fell to the ground. The fat pig lunged straight for him.

Thanks to my recent training, my physical fitness had greatly improved. I caught up to the pig and kicked it with all my might.

The pig didn't react at all to the blow. It didn't squeal in pain or even slow down, its target fixed firmly on the child.

The child was paralyzed with fear; he didn't even try to run, just lay on the ground wailing.

This damn pig had gone insane! Seeing it about to reach the child, I didn't hesitate. I lunged forward, grabbed the massive pig, and tackled it to the ground.

The pig struggled to get up, its strength astonishing—I couldn't hold it down at all! I could only use every ounce of my energy to pin its neck while shouting for the others to hurry.

The group rushed over. The middle-aged woman snatched up the child, and the gaunt man grabbed a tree branch to beat the animal.

I shouted to the teenage boy who had helped me find the pig, "Go find help!"

He stood stunned for a moment before snapping to his senses, shouting at the top of his lungs as he ran into the village.

The pig felt no pain. Ignoring my grip, it dragged me along as it charged toward the middle-aged woman. I was pulled to the ground, and my hands slipped away.

The woman screamed as she clutched the child and dodged. The gaunt man thrashed it with the branch, but it was useless—the pig had completely lost its mind.

I spotted a large wooden board leaning against a wall. I lunged forward and shoved it over, placing it horizontally in front of the pig to block its path. It finally stopped, rooting frantically at the board. Its strength was immense; it looked like it would tear through the wood in seconds!

"Run! Get inside!" I yelled.

The woman, startled out of her stupor, grabbed the child and ran into the nearest house, slamming the door shut.

I finally let out a breath of relief.

"Uncle, what's happening? Why is it so noisy?" a young voice suddenly asked.

A door nearby opened, and an eight- or nine-year-old child stepped out.

My breath hitched. I widened my eyes and roared, "Get back inside!"

The child looked at me blankly, unaware of the danger, and the pig immediately shifted its direction and charged!

It was too close—there was no time to intervene! I heard the child scream in terror.

In that split second, a figure descended from above, scooped up the child, and leaped aside.

The pig slammed into the door frame with a thunderous crash, shattering a large section of the wall!

Still trembling, I gasped for air and looked at the newcomer. It was Tu'e.

The pig, failing its first strike, turned around. Its face was bloodied from the impact, yet it felt no pain, charging toward Tu'e with renewed speed. Tu'e grabbed the child with one hand and tossed him toward me.

I caught the boy in a panic.

The pig feinted, then turned to run toward me.

Tu'e chanted under his breath and pointed a finger at the pig, but the animal didn't react at all, hurtling toward me. I clutched the child and ducked behind the wooden board. The pig was stopped by the barrier, its injured snout rooting at it with brute force.

"Strange, its soul cannot be suppressed," Tu'e muttered, puzzled.

"Forget the soul—do something!" I shouted as I ran.

The pig was about to break through the board. I carried the child to a doorway, pushed him inside, and bolted the door.

By the time I finished, the pig had pushed the board aside. Not seeing the child anymore, it stopped, its expression going blank, and returned to its previous state.

I didn't dare approach it, wondering what kind of madness had taken hold of this pig to make it target children.

A group of young, strong men arrived with clubs to help. Seeing them, I finally felt a sense of relief.

Several children poked their heads out from behind a distant house. The pig suddenly went wild again and lunged toward them. The men rushed to block it with their clubs, but the pig charged through their lines, undeterred by the pain. So many men, and yet they couldn't stop it!

I shouted to the reckless children, "Get inside!"

The children scrambled behind the wall.

With no people in sight, the pig calmed down once more.

"What... what is wrong with this pig?" the gaunt man asked, trembling.

"Did it catch swine fever?" someone in the crowd guessed.

"Its eyes are unfocused, its breathing has stopped. This pig is already dead," a voice suddenly said.

I turned to see Old Man Ma limping toward us.

The gaunt man said in disbelief, "But it’s clearly alive and well! How can it be dead?"

Old Man Ma didn't answer. He walked up to the pig and spoke to himself: "A pig's spirit is weak, and it's so fat—the thing possessing it has reached its limit."

No sooner had Old Man Ma finished speaking than the pig collapsed with a thud, motionless. Its tightly shut mouth fell open. Something began to wriggle out from within.

Two heads emerged from the pig's throat. The crowd gasped and recoiled. Soon, the creature crawled out entirely—it was a two-headed snake!

Everyone was shocked and retreated further.

I was horrified. Two-headed snakes were not unheard of; unstable genetics or mutations during embryonic development could cause such defects.

But this snake was different. It was pitch black, devoid of any markings, with blood-red eyes. It flicked its tongue at the crowd as if it possessed human intelligence!

"What... what is that thing?" the gaunt man stammered, staring at the serpent.

The snake suddenly darted toward the deep forest like an arrow shot from a bow, its speed impossible to track. Suddenly, an object flew from the side, striking with pinpoint accuracy and severing one of its heads!

I looked toward the source of the projectile. It was Tu'e.

Old Man Ma hurried forward, took a mouthful of water from his gourd, and sprayed it at the snake. The serpent withered instantly. Old Man Ma sprayed it again, and it writhed helplessly on the ground, struggling in vain.