"It's rude to interrupt when someone's telling a story," she said, glaring at Tu Xiao'an.
"Alright, go on. I won't interrupt."
The woman with the widow's face said calmly, "The next morning, the villagers found the main gate to Wu Qingshan's home wide open. He was lying naked on the ground, his body covered in snakebites. He was dead."
"Furthermore, not a single snake was left in his Snake Cave."
After a long pause, she said nothing more. Tu Xiao'an stared at her blankly. "That's it?"
"That's right. The story's over," she said with a chuckle.
Tu Xiao'an asked curiously, "Don't tell me you're the woman in red from the story?"
"Because that Snake Catcher was cruel by nature, you came out to deliver justice for the snakes?"
Tu Xiao'an had heard stories about Snake Catchers and snakes since he was a child, but hers was a little unusual. The new twist was the snake turning into a woman to get revenge.
