The leaves rustled, and in the shadows, an intangible snake shadow seemed to flash by, directly dragging away the unconscious woman.
Then, an eerie, somewhat familiar voice finally sounded.
"You do have some tricks. It seems I have underestimated you, my lord. How about we make a deal? From this moment on, pardon all the snake guards and set them free, and I promise not to bother you again. Each will go their own way."
"Otherwise, my lord, how long do you think you'll be stuck here?"
"The rules of Shaman Village prohibit magical combat killings, and these are not just verbal rules but engraved on the defense array. Anyone who dares to act will be locked immediately, which is why people believe you were framed or are just unlucky. You are indeed quite unfortunate. The death of my nineteenth sister was voluntary, so it didn't trigger the array."
