A thick snake as thick as an arm lunged at the woman, its two sharp fangs flashing coldly like swords.
"It's over."
The woman, terrified and sitting on the ground, had completely given up hope.
"Bang."
Suddenly, a sickle flew from the side, grazing the woman's beautiful face and hitting the snake squarely on the forehead, slicing it in two in an instant.
The snake fell to the ground, struggled a couple of times, and then lay motionless.
The woman remained stunned on the ground, at a loss.
"Get up."
By then, Zhang Xiaoshan had already rushed over and pulled the woman to her feet.
"Save me, save my life..."
The woman shuddered and clung to Zhang Xiaoshan's waist from behind, wailing.
"Don't cry, let go of me first. If you hold me like this, I can't even save myself, let alone you."
The woman hastily released him upon hearing this.
Zhang Xiaoshan immediately took out a packet of medicinal powder from his waist and spread it around.
"Hiss hiss hiss..."
