chapter 332 An unexpected encounter, full of doubts

Maximus Woolf's perception was not wrong.
A few hundred meters ahead, a group of people were trekking up Snake Mountain.
An old man with dark skin and a slightly thin figure, with cotton and linen covering his hands and feet, carrying a bamboo cage on his back and holding a hook for catching snakes in his hand.
This hook can accurately hit a venomous snake at the critical point and is a special tool for snake catchers.
However, the group of people behind the snake catcher...