Since Wuchen's vacation was still a week away, Ye Qingqing simply went to the school to pick the girl up. She bribed her with a lot of benefits before the little girl agreed to help. Zhu Zi acted quickly, went up the mountain, and caught a silver ring snake as thick as a baby's arm.

The pattern of alternating white and black rings was unsettling to look at. Zhu Zi wrapped the snake around her arm several times, its triangular head sticking out high, hissing and flicking its red tongue. Ye Qingqing felt a chill run down her spine, standing three meters away from the creature.

I simply can't bring myself to like snakes, those cold-blooded mollusks.

Wuchen went over and affectionately touched the snake. The restless snake immediately became as quiet as a little caterpillar, and even touched Wuchen's hand with its head. Even from a distance, Ye Qingqing felt that the snake was trying to be cute to Wuchen.

"Don't be afraid, I'll borrow your poison for a bit, and I'll reward you with a live chicken when it's all over!" Wuchen said with a smile.

The snake seemed to understand, flicked its tongue again, and lay flat on Zhu Zi's arm, motionless.

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in Ye Qingqing's heart. These two guys, one a poisoner and the other a leader of poisonous insects, were quite a good match. However, she quickly looked down on herself. Wuchen was still just a little girl!

With everything arranged, Ye Qingqing and the others went to the Sang residence. Sang Wanhua had also made arrangements for her funeral, hiring a lawyer to amend her will, dividing her property into five parts. Ye Qingqing, Sang Liangjie, and Gu Nianci all received a share, while Mrs. Allen received the copyrights to all her books.

As for her funeral arrangements, Sang Wanhua's request was simple: "If things fail, just burn me and bury me next to my brother. There's no need for a grand ceremony."

When talking about her funeral arrangements, Sang Wanhua was very calm, as if she were talking about someone else. Mrs. Allen and her son both had tears in their eyes.

Ye Qingqing smiled and said, "Don't worry, Auntie is very lucky and will be fine."

She introduced Zhu Zi and Wu Chen, saying, "They are important helpers. I can't do it alone. Don't be afraid, the snake has been tamed and won't hurt you."

Dr. Bruno and his team all requested to observe, wanting to know exactly how Ye Qingqing's absurd method worked. Mr. and Mrs. Sang Huaiyuan also came, and even Sang Liangjie was on his way. The old lady was afraid something might happen to her, so she wanted to let Sang Wanhua see her grand-nephew one last time.

Ye Qingqing gave Zhu Zi a wink, and Zhu Zi rolled up his sleeves. The silver-ringed snake, which had been waiting impatiently, poked its head out from his sleeve. Everyone gasped and took a few steps back, their eyes filled with fear.

Almost no one is unafraid of venomous snakes; the reaction to seeing one is always the same: deep-seated fear.

Wuchen took the snake and played with it in his hand for a while. The two- or three-meter-long silver ring snake was as docile as a caterpillar in the little girl's hand, not moving at all, which amazed the others.

"God, is this child Indian?" Bruno asked curiously.

He had traveled to India, where the people were incredibly skilled; they could make even a fierce king cobra dance obediently with just a small flute. This little girl might be from there!

“Of course not. We have many secret sects in China, all with unique skills. My sister’s unique skill is making snakes obey her.” Ye Qingqing explained in English, and Bruno and the others looked at Wuchen with admiration.

After Wuchen finished communicating with the snake, he nodded to Ye Qingqing.

Ye Qingqing took the hen that she had prepared earlier out of the bag. The hen was a free-range chicken that Ye Mingcheng had specially bought from a farmer. This kind of chicken is nutritious and wild, making it the best breeding stock.