As expected, a week later, all the snakes in other households in the village died inexplicably.

The village is far from the town, and snake keepers buy feed from a merchant not far from the village every month.

Since the last incident, my father started personally buying the feed.

As far as I know, he has always had a good relationship with that merchant.

I thought it would be easy to do something while he wasn't paying attention.

With snakes in our own home dying intermittently, people were furious but had no idea what went wrong.

My father leisurely bred a new batch of snakes, and his smile reached the sky every day.

The villagers noticed that only our family was spared, and my father was ecstatic every day. Combined with the merchant's words, suspicions quickly fell on my father.

Almost every time I went out, I could hear gossip and all sorts of unpleasant remarks.

However, my father was immersed in joy and seemed to pay no attention to any of it.

Due to the presence of our only snake king, Zhao Zhao, the villagers dared not voice their anger, even if they harbored great resentment.

But they cut off contact with us and no longer supplied snake seedlings to our snake farm.

The newly raised snakes grew quickly, and my father, eager not to let the duck fly away, hastily arranged for a reporter.

Surprisingly, this time everything went smoothly, and the reporters were very satisfied, filming with their cameras all around.

"Sir, we've captured the snake farm quite extensively. Can we now have access to the snake king?"

My father pretended to be calm, "Naturally, but raising the snake king is extremely difficult, and only our family has it. I'm afraid your offer won't be enough."

"Didn't we already agree on a price? Why is it still not enough!"

Several reporters were displeased with my father suddenly raising the price.

I saw one tall man tighten his fist. If it weren't for his companion holding him back, my father might not be able to stand and speak now.

"Sir, we're from the largest national news agency, and this is the highest offer we've made."

My father dismissed it as their fabrication and remained unfazed.

The journalists looked troubled, made contact with their superiors, and raised the price again.

Upon hearing this, my father immediately relented, "The snake king is still young, and too many people would startle it. You can send one person in to film."

The reporters could only swallow their grievances and sent in the burly man.

We waited outside.

I was quite curious. If they spent a large sum of money and found out it was just an ordinary child, would they feel like they were being tricked?

If they really ended up knocking my father down, how heartbroken I would be.

But unexpectedly, things took a turn that no one could have predicted.