The two then began their operation.

Shen Zhiyu cautiously approached the window of the west room and looked around.

After confirming that there was no movement inside the house, he tiptoed closer.

He gently parted the gap with his fingers and untied the hemp rope binding the bag.

His hands trembled slightly, and he gave his pocket a sudden shake.

In an instant, a black snake shadow, reeking of a fishy stench, swiftly slithered into the room through the crack.

After completing all of this, Shen Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

But he immediately slipped back to his original spot, afraid of revealing his whereabouts.

Even so, when he stood still, he realized that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

When Zhu Xiuqin saw him return, she immediately asked in a low voice, "How did it go? Did you get it done?"

Shen Zhiyu swallowed hard, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Mom, don't worry, I can handle things."

The mother and son stared intently at the door in front of them.

They waited for Su Qingzhi's scream to come from inside the house.

But, second by second, it quietly passed.

The other side remained as quiet as ever, without a sound.

Time seemed to stretch out for a very, very long time.

A few intermittent coughs occasionally drifted out from inside the room.

The one who made the sound was Shen Cunpu, and he seemed to be feeling unwell.

The expected scream did not come for a long time.

Shen Zhiyu felt a little panicked and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Mom, do you think... the snake won't get away?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiuqin frowned.

He then waved his hand impatiently and said, "Mind your own business and go to sleep! We'll talk about other things tomorrow!"