Beside her, a thick python coiled, while beneath, several thinner snakes lay.
The audience in this tent was twice the number that had been in the Flower Vase Girl's performance.
The children's gaze lay on the snakes, while the adults' eyes were fixed on the woman.
Li Zhiyuan, hugging a big rabbit plushie, watched the woman closely.
Threads of black aura that ordinary people couldn't see enveloped her body, not so much of an evil spirit's possession, but rather a sort of infiltrating taint.
"Watch closely now."
Sister Rou, lying on a mosquito-net draped bed, spoke up, and then reached out to grab a small snake beside her, allowing it to enter her nostril, and after a while, it slithered out from her mouth.
A gasp of shock immediately arose from the spectators, who found it terrifying.
Subsequently, the python, which had been lazily sprawled not moving much, began to slither over the woman's body, climbed atop her head, raised slowly, and flicked its tongue.
