Right when the four or five men were about to start raping her, countless snakes slithered toward them. Some of the snakes were red, some green, all glowing dimly in the night. On the cool mountaintop, the bodies of the snakes were even colder. The big and burly men were terrified, fleeing in all directions.

Jane opened her eyes weakly. She was not afraid, she was going to die anyway. Perhaps death by a snake’s bite would be a more merciful outcome.

Barely a few minutes after the men ran away, a man limped over to her. His movements were sharp and precise, catching the snake in its weak spot and throwing them all back into his bag.

Jane kept her eyes open forcefully and looked at the man in front of her. He looked to be in his late forties.

“You…you are…?” Jane asked breathlessly.

The man’s voice sounded simple and honest, and slightly wizened too. “I stay here on this mountain together with my mother. She’s weak and can hardly see. I can’t afford to buy her supplements, so I