Following the direction she was pointing, he saw a green snake stretch out its little head and slither back and forth. From time to time, it would stick out its tongue.
Jacob threw out a silver needle and nailed the guy to the tree. Then he said, "Cyndey, it's alright. It's done."
Cyndey's legs went weak and she fell to the ground with a thud. She gasped for breath. It seemed that the scene just now had scared her a lot.
"Well, it's alright." Jacob patted her on the shoulder and used a mantra to calm her heart. Cyndey was shocked, but she soon came to her senses.
"Is it dead? Is it dead?" Cyndey didn't even dare to look back. She just grabbed Jacob's arm tightly and asked.
"It's dead. I can tell you with great certainty that it's dead." Jacob didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "It's really okay. It's just a small snake, and it's not poisonous. Don't be afraid. It won't take the initiative to attack people."