"Long ago, a scholar was studying diligently in an ancient temple. At night, he heard someone calling his name. When he looked, he saw a beautiful woman. As soon as the scholar responded to her, she vanished.
An old monk, who was also in the temple, learned of this and told the scholar that he had encountered a beautiful snake with a human face and a serpent's body. This snake could call out to people, and at night, it would surely devour the flesh and blood of anyone who answered.
The scholar repeatedly sought help. Finally, the monk gave him a box, instructing him to place it by his pillow for safety. The next night, the beautiful snake arrived as promised. Before it could get close to the scholar, it was drawn into the box.
However, this is a folk legend, and whether it's true is unknown. But now, it seems to be real, right before our eyes."
Zhou Lin suddenly explained the origin of the snake with a serious tone, which sent a chill down everyone's spine.
Especially the timid archaeology students, who were now extremely nervous.
Their faces instantly turned ashen.
Inside the livestream.
"Damn, it must be my big shot Zhou Lin, who successfully made me get goosebumps. Just thinking about it makes me feel pain all over. Looking at these snakes' bodies, I feel even more pain. This is..."
"Yeah, Brother Zhou Lin, you were too excited. You shouldn't have struck and killed the beautiful snake."
"Yeah, yeah!"
The gymnastics champion spoke with a hint of blame, though not very obvious. Her expression showed concern for Zhou Lin, but her tone was sharp.
When one person spoke up, others followed suit.
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