That newspaper is indeed highly prestigious nationwide.

They published a news article accusing their own reporter of going mad mysteriously.

Many people spent a lot of money coming alone to explore the secrets of the Snake Emperor.

It can be seen that after seeing the rumored "Snake Emperor," they all went insane.

My father and I have tried to investigate what happened, but we have gained nothing each time.

This incident had a great impact, and people say that anyone who sees the Snake Emperor will be "cursed."

Our family is also seen as an ill omen, and our neighbors have moved away one after another.

The business at the snake farm plummeted, and we can no longer rely on my younger brother to make money. My father was furious.

He took a knife and rushed into the snake farm, saying, "I want to see what this little beast is really up to."

My heart was pounding, and I stood in front of my father. "Dad, Zhao Zhao is your own flesh and blood."

"How could my son be a beast? He's just a wild seed born from your mother," he replied.

When I heard my mother's name, I was stunned.

He suddenly pushed me away and walked quickly towards the house.

I bumped into the snake cage, feeling a sharp pain in my back. When I touched it with my hand, it was all bloody.

I struggled to stand up, but it was clear that I couldn't stop my father.

Inside the house, Zhao Zhao was sleeping soundly, with the blanket kicked off halfway, covering only his lower body.

The door was suddenly kicked open, but he seemed completely unaware.

My father looked at his wide-open eyes, thinking he was awake.

He lifted the knife and prepared to strike down.

As I watched this scene, a video suddenly appeared before my eyes.

My mother, heavily pregnant, completely naked, being attacked by snakes.

The clear knife wounds on her waist and abdomen were still oozing blood.

She seemed to know the camera was there, facing it, her forehead covered in sweat, but her eyes were full of tenderness.

It seemed like she knew I would eventually see this video. She looked at me through the lens, silently smiling, just as peaceful and loving as I remembered her, even as she was covered in blood, barely clinging to life.

I knew what she wanted to say. She said, "Study hard, leave the village, leave your father, leave this chilling family. Give yourself the right to choose one day."

Mom, this time I will listen to you. Can you come back? I just want you to come back.

Every day without you is so hard, I really miss you.

I touched my cheek and realized that tears were streaming down my face.

The video abruptly ended, and before me was the image of my father raising the knife against my brother.

I thought my mother would never want her own flesh and blood, born through hardship, to be treated like this. I wiped away my tears and desperately rushed forward.

But in the end, I was too late. The knife fell.

I watched as the already red blanket was dyed even more vividly with blood.

I couldn't see what was under the blanket clearly, but the force of my father's blow was enough to sever Zhao Zhao's legs.

I could only hear a painful sob.

My father was pushed to the ground by a tremendous force, while Zhao Zhao struggled and howled with bloodshot eyes.

My father blinked and, in a frightened voice, pointed his finger and said, "Monster, you really are a monster."