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However, Yan Jiao gave the situation another thought. Uncle Tang said that she was very healthy, so maybe she had really been under too much pressure.

“It’s already my third year working in archeology. Nothing has happened to me before, and nothing will happen this time either,” Yan Jiao consoled herself.

Yan Jiao felt like her mind was running wild, so she looked out the window to calm herself down. Just then, a dense-looking document filled with words was handed to her.

“Thank you,” Yan Jiao said as she took the document from the man with both hands.

Printed in large letters was the title of the document: Ruins of Snake King Meng Hui.

Staring at these words, panic rose in Yan Jiao’s heart again.

‘Don’t think about it too much. I’m just scaring myself. If something really happens later, I’ll deal with it.’

‘Yeah, I’ll cross the bridge when I come to it!’

Yan Jiao suppressed the panic in her heart and calmed down. She carefully read the document in her hand.

The information within detailed the legend of Snake King Meng Hui, his supposed history, the approximate location of the ruins, and size of the area taken up by the ruins.

Yan Jiao carefully read through the information and raised her head to look at the other members of the team. She noticed that their faces were all filled with fanatical enthusiasm for the ruins.

“I hope this archaeological trip will go smoothly,” Yan Jiao sincerely hoped. She closed her eyes to rest.

On the way to the ruins, they changed planes, took buses, and even went on a short cruise on a boat. There days had gone by when they finally arrived at the primeval forest in the evening.

Everyone’s excitement had almost dissipated, and they were mostly exhausted from the long journey. The team leader glanced around and found that only Yan Jiao’s looked as she usually did. The rest of them did not even try to hide their fatigue, and they could not carry on with their work at all.

He planned to start work the next morning and rent a homestay for the night so that everyone could have a good rest.

That night, Yan Jiao once again dreamed of that python after four days. However, this time, the dream was not tainted with the colors of lust.

Yan Jiao dreamed that she was in an ancient tomb made of gold. The pillars in the ancient tomb were covered with snakes. They were made of different materials and patterns. What was even more bizarre was that the heads of the snakes were all pointing in the same direction. Yan Jiao looked in the direction of the heads of the snakes.

A python as black as charcoal was coiled on a snow-white pillar. The contrast between the python and the pillar made Yan Jiao feel that this scene was even more breathtaking.

The black snake’s eyes were two blood-red rubies, and they glowed brightly at while gazing at Yan Jiao. In a daze, Yan Jiao actually hallucinated that there was a pair of open arms, waiting for her to throw herself into its embrace.

Yan Jiao was entranced and leaned over. At this moment, the sound of an alarm woke her up.

Yan Jiao woke up. When she recalled her dream, she felt a trace of regret in the black snake’s eyes. Yan Jiao shook her head, feeling that her thoughts were too outrageous. After mocking herself, she forgot about the dream.

Not long after, Luo Jie gathered everyone at the entrance of the homestay. He had already rented a bus that could accommodate all of them earlier.

Sitting on the bus, Yan Jiao felt that the closer she got to the forest, the more intense the nameless fear in her heart became.

However, Yan Jiao attributed this fear to the unknown dangers of the primeval forest. She mentally prepared herself for a few minutes, then picked up the Walkman she had prepared beforehand and put the earbuds in her ears. She enjoyed the music, and it relaxed her tense nerves.

After an eight-hour drive, the group finally arrived at the primeval forest that was said to hide the remains of the Snake King Meng Hui.

Although everyone had long heard of it, when they saw this vast and endless forest with their own eyes, they could not help but swallow hard, and feel a heartfelt reverence for this forest.

Looking at the forest, Yan Jiao thought that a miracle would be born in this place.

Although the group of people wanted to explore this primeval forest right now, the environment was gradually growing darker, and that made everyone feel an impending sense danger.

Just like that, the group set up their tents on the outskirts of the primeval forest, lit a bonfire, and prepared to rest.

That night, as expected, Yan Jiao dreamed of the python again. However, this time, the dream was even clearer and more lucid than all the other wet dreams she had before.

What Yan Jiao did not know was that the trajectory of her life, her future, was about to be completely rewritten, and the source of all this was the black python.

The Snake King, Meng Hui!