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After eating the village banquet, Cha Bo and his gang really brought Uli to the town. Now Uli's father, the village chief of Ulu, is in the same boat as them, and he is taking this opportunity to envelop his son.

The town they went to was called Diwa Town, and the most prosperous street in the town was Ganjie.

Today coincides with the day of the market, and the people in several nearby villages have all flocked to the town today, and the originally spacious Gan Street is congested by the flow of people today, some come to sell things, some come to buy things, the streets and alleys are full of people, the traffic is bustling, the shops along the street are doing hot business, and the shouting and selling are endless.

In the bustling crowd, I saw an old man with dark skin and gray hair looking for a corner of the open space on the street, and carefully put down the bamboo basket that had been carrying behind him. I saw him sitting cross-legged on the ground, and took out a bamboo flute from his arms to play with it carefully.

The bamboo flute is old, it seems to have been used for many years, the old man wiped it slightly a few times and then came to his mouth, his fingers moved slightly to breathe, and a tactful and melodious exotic song slowly floated out from the old man's bamboo flute.

Many people in the crowd of people passing by were attracted by the graceful notes and spontaneously formed a circle.

But the old man ignored it, closed his eyes tightly, and seemed to be intoxicated by the music he was playing.

At this moment, the bamboo basket in front of the old man suddenly shook slightly!

The corners of the old man's mouth turned up slightly, and his hand secretly accelerated the frequency of blowing, only to see that the vibration of the bamboo basket was also speeding up a little, as if something was about to move in the bamboo basket!

Only then did the sharp-eyed audience discover the abnormality of the bamboo basket, and the sound of speculation in the crowd was endless.

The music played by the old man gradually reached *, and the charming music stirred the hearts of the audience. I don't know who exclaimed, and everyone found that a colorful poisonous snake suddenly slowly came out of the bamboo basket, and the snake gradually raised its neck, and gently swayed its body to the old man's tune.

The more brightly colored the snake, the more poisonous it will often be! If this colorful snake bites a person, it is afraid that it will die of poison within five steps! Who would have thought that an ordinary-looking bamboo basket would contain such a highly poisonous creature!

Some timid and frightened viewers turned around and ran away, while others covered their mouths and held their breath and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that their noise would annoy the poisonous snake again.

And the old man didn't pay attention to the audience who ran away, but continued to play the beautiful melody. I saw that the multicolored snake that was more than four feet long and two fingers thick slowly crawled out of the bamboo basket, and actually curled its body towards the old man's body and twisted it!

The poisonous snake swam away, and the people were panicked! Who in the audience could not be frightened and his legs weakened? Only the old man who played the bamboo flute did not have the slightest intention of being afraid. He let the snake climb up his legs, feet, and waist, and then wrap his arms all the way around his neck!

The poisonous snake that "hissed" and confided the letter was simply a grim reaper who took people's lives as if it were searching for something! The eyes of the audience were all firmly attracted by this colorful poisonous snake, but the colorful snake did not mean to hurt the old man on the flute at all, but was still attracted by the music played by the old man and danced.

The harmonious picture of this person and a snake, blowing and dancing, is really amazing, both frightening and dazzling, and it is satisfying!

The old man's music gradually came to an end, and the colorful snake seemed to be tired of dancing, slowly climbed down the old man's body, and got into the bamboo basket by himself. This kind of life-fighting performance is not seen every day, and the audience present was impressed by the old man's courage and skill, and burst into warm cheers from the heart.

The old snake dancer slowly stood up, smiled, took off the hat on his head, and stretched it out in front of everyone looking forward to rewarding. The audience gave generously, and you and I threw two thousand into the old man's hat.

When the hat reached in front of Liu Xinghao, Liu Xinghao smiled awkwardly, patted his pocket, and shrugged helplessly. His pockets are cleaner than his face, and he is really weak.

Fortunately, the old man with the snake dance didn't mean to embarrass Liu Xinghao, smiled kindly at him, turned around and walked to the other audiences.

At this time, Liu Xinghao suddenly remembered that there were still two rice balls that Ruan Meizhao had made for him in the morning in the bag on his back, and he hurriedly took them out of the bag, and respectfully held them in front of the old man with both hands, which was the only thing he could hold now.

The old snake dancer glanced at Liu Xinghao in surprise, and then at the two rice balls wrapped in lotus leaves in his hand.

Liu Xinghao couldn't understand what the old snake dancer was saying, so he could only grin and nod at the old man. Anyway, as long as the other party accepts it, such a dangerous and wonderful show just now, if you didn't see it with your own eyes, it's really hard to believe. Such an old man who plays with his life can't still be in vain after watching the performance, so he always expresses it more or less. If you have money, you have to hold a money field, and if you don't have money, you have to hold a personal field, isn't it?

Having said that after coming to Vietnam for so many days, this is the first time that Liu Xinghao has left Wangbei Village and come to the town. Today coincides with the market, Uncle Huo promised last time to come to the town to ask the villagers of several nearby villages to see if there is any news of Yu Yaohai.

As I said last time, these Vietnamese men are notoriously lazy, and for them, having a cup of tea and coffee with their friends and basking in the sun is much more fun than going to work. Men in the countryside of Vietnam have very little leisure time because they are busy with farming on weekdays, so most of them will take advantage of the market time to go to the tea house to have a good time. Don't care if you know each other or not, everyone sits together and orders a pot of tea, chatting while drinking tea, and you can talk about everything in the world. Therefore, this tea house is the most effective place to listen to the news of several nearby villages.

At this time, Uncle Huo was drinking tea and chatting with a few old men who didn't know which village they were from in the tea house. Since they all spoke Vietnamese, Liu Xinghao couldn't understand a word, so he simply went to the street by himself to learn about the customs of Vietnam by the way.

As he was walking, Liu Xinghao suddenly felt a tightening of his wrist, and he was silently pulled by the person behind him. Just as he was about to shake it off, he suddenly felt his arm rubbing against something extremely soft, and there was a burst of aroma, which came to his nose.