"You can take a seat and slowly tell me." Wang Yao gave him a cup of tea. "Who died, and what was the cause of death?"
"Li Zulai, who lived on the east side of the village, died in the place connecting Dongshan and Nanshan," Wang Fengming said. "I don't know what the specific reason was. Maybe he was scared to death. He did have heart disease."
"Scared?" Wang Yao was confused.
"The weather has been warm, so some people in the village have been going up the mountain," Wang Fengming said. "Several people have seen snakes on Nanshan. One of them is black and several feet long! Have you seen it on the mountains since you have lived there for a long time?"
Xiaohei!
"I know the snake," Wang Yao said. "In fact, I saved the snake." Wang Yao did not want to hide anything from this elder.
"That could be a little troublesome," Wang Fengming said.
"What's wrong, Uncle?" Wang Yao asked.
