chapter 81 femme fatale

On the banks of the Jian River, in a cold and damp cave.
Vipers were everywhere.
A haggard old man sitting cross-legged in it, with a giant gray and white python wrapped around his body, his head resting on the old man's shoulder, swallowing scarlet letters.
The old man closed his eyes.
Sudden.
"Wow!"
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was full of ferocity.
"Who the hell killed my Seven-Color Centipede?!"
Three pale-faced men...