Yan Feifan, Wang Chuan, and the others followed the cries for help and rushed into a sparse grove of trees, where they saw a scene that made them gasp.
A man of about thirty was jumping and hopping around in a panic, endlessly crying "Help!"
Three or four meters away from the man stood a woman with heavy makeup. She was wearing sneakers, capri pants, and a tight T-shirt, with long, curly, wine-red hair and a small bag slung over her shoulder.
The woman's face was filled with terror, and she stood there, her body rigid, because a snake was coiled around her left shoulder.
Five or six meters away, two other young tourists, likely a couple, were actually holding up their phones and filming.
As soon as he arrived, Yan Feifan got a clear look at the snake on the woman's shoulder.
The snake's body had alternating black and white bands, with the white ones being narrower, and its tail was long and thin.
Yan Feifan recognized it at once.
