On the ground five or six meters in front of him, a snake about three meters long and covered with earthy yellow patterns, was holding its flat head high, keeping vigilant, constantly expanding its tongue, probing its surroundings, making a "hissing" sound in its mouth, its dark red eyes, staring at the wind, slowly writhing in the direction where he was.

The air around them seemed to be stagnant, dead silent.

The serpent's tongue stretched and contracted, exploring, perceiving. In the center of the disc, the snake's tail began to vibrate back and forth, making a series of clicking sounds, as if it were a moving metronome.

Feng Sheng held his breath, his eyes looked at the big snake, his teeth clenched his lips, and he didn't dare to make a move, hoping that the big snake would turn around and abandon him.

Sometimes, you can't expect pie to fall from the sky, and who can guarantee that it won't be a stone?

The serpent obviously did not consider the mood of the wind, it continued to hold its head high, its eyes flashing red, and spit snake letters, slowly crawling towards the wind.

As the snake approached, the fishy smell on the snake's body became more and more intense, rushing straight into the nose of the wind, and he wanted to vomit in disgust.

The serpent's long flat head, earthy yellow, dark red eyes, and trembling tail all made the wind tremble. In a hurry, his hands, hidden in the blanket, began to grope for the folding knife, if there was a knife in his hand, he might be able to resist it for a while. It's a pity that the folding knife was put into his backpack, and the backpack was placed at his ankle, which was out of reach. He sighed, feeling very sorry for his carelessness.

The serpent stopped, its head turning from side to side, as if to observe its surroundings and reconfirm the prey in front of it in order to wait for an opportunity. Soon, the serpent swam again, meandering forward and suddenly speeding up, incredibly fast, and lunged straight at him.

The sound of the wind wanted to roll over and dodge, but the serpent's speed was amazing, and its body was swimming rapidly, its head catapulted, its mouth wide open, revealing its fangs dripping with venom, and its body slashed through the air, heading straight for the face of the wind.

The wind screamed, and in a hurry, he grabbed the blanket with both hands, blocked the way of the big snake, and wrapped the big snake in a thin blanket. He pressed the serpent to the ground, knelt there, and pressed all his strength on the blanket, and his hands could feel the serpent swinging from side to side in the blanket, struggling as hard as he could, trying to get out of the predicament.

How dare the wind be careless, he tried his best, used his hands and feet together, and smashed his elbow to the blanket. Maybe it was the mucus on the snake's body, or the wind was too nervous, and the snake's tail slipped out of the side of the blanket, flicked in the air, and kept hitting the wind on the cheek, like it was on fire.

The wind didn't care about the tail of the big snake, he saw a pebble on the side of the blanket, quickly stretched out his right hand, touched the pebble, and smashed it against the big snake under the blanket, until the big snake didn't make any movement, and the tail rested quietly on the ground.

Feng Sheng took the pebble with his left hand and smashed it again at the location of the snake's head. After making sure that the snake showed no signs of life, the wind lifted the thin carpet, and he saw that the snake had become a blur of flesh and blood, unrecognizable, and turned into a puddle of flesh and mud of red flowers.

The wind could not bear it any longer, he stood up, ran to the side, held on to the trunk of a bush, and vomited like a river and a sea.

After spitting up, Feng Sheng walked back to the tree, closed his eyes, rolled the snake into the blanket, dragged the blanket with both hands, dragged it to a ditch, threw the blanket into it, covered it with some soil, and buried the snake. Then, find a stream of water, bow to the spring, wipe your face, and wash your hands.

It was all over, the wind clapped his hands, breathed a sigh of relief, and after being frightened, he felt the god of luck kiss him again.

packed up his things, and the wind hurried away, this surprise really tested his heart.

The wind decided to move on, first out of the dreary canyon, out of the gloomy environment, and then, to find the final target---- "Laika Valley".

Where exactly is "Laika Valley"?