One day, the two brothers ventured into the mountains to chop wood and unknowingly walked deep into a secluded valley. Along the way, they encountered a giant python. The elder brother was caught off guard and bitten by the snake. The younger brother was terrified and wanted to flee, but seeing his brother close to death, the bond of brotherhood compelled him not to abandon him. Fury surging, he drew the iron axe he carried and swung it at the snake, wounding its head.

The python was savagely fierce; despite its injury, it held tightly onto its prey. Fortunately, the snake’s jaws had limits, and it had only managed to swallow the woodcutter’s head, leaving his shoulders and lower body dangling outside.

The younger brother panicked and quickly grabbed his brother’s feet, pulling with all his might, locked in a desperate struggle with the python. After a tense standoff, he finally managed to wrench his brother free. The python let out a mournful hiss and retreated in pain.

The younger brother examined his brother’s wounds. His face was unrecognizable; his mouth and nose had been corroded by the snake venom, completely melted away, and he was barely breathing, on the verge of death.

Rescuing someone is like fighting a fire. The younger brother immediately hoisted his brother onto his back and sprinted home. The elder brother’s injuries were severe; on the journey back, he nearly stopped breathing more than ten times. After summoning a physician and administering medicine, it took over half a year for him to gradually recover. However, his face was covered in scars; his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were all gone, leaving only a few dark, empty holes.