His son was so young, at an age where he was curious about everything and unaware of danger. This snake piqued his curiosity.

Otherwise, how could my son have fallen for something so ugly and disgusting?

"If you really dislike it, then I'll just give up on it."

She didn't understand why he would pick a fight with a snake.

What she didn't know was that the deep mountains where Jiang Yi lived were teeming with snakes. He had almost been devoured by snakes many times, so what wolves hated most was the slippery snake.

"I just don't trust it."

"You have to believe me, keeping it is like keeping a knife."

"Actually, I'm a little afraid of snakes. Back in the deep mountains, I could easily get bitten by a venomous snake. One bite could be fatal. Many wolves die from snake bites. They're too small and too unpredictable. We wolves hate snakes the most."

“I’m scared too, so I think others will be scared too. Keeping it means it can help us when we’re in danger. Also, I think it’s not an ordinary snake. Snakes have a spirit, especially such a big one. Keeping it will only benefit us.”

Our ancestors always said that snakes shouldn't be killed lightly, especially one that has gained intelligence. And why would it gain intelligence? I'm very curious. This world is becoming less and less familiar to me.

As they chatted, it became midnight before they knew it. Xia Ning put the child into her spatial dimension. Secretly, she hoped her son could tame the snake. Jiang Yi had a wolf as a pet; she had a long-lived snake that could accompany her for life.

When they grow old and die, this snake will not only accompany them but also protect them.

Therefore, she did not imprison the giant python. She could sense any hostile animal within the space. She didn't believe the python would dare touch the charcoal; snakes were proud, and she believed it genuinely trusted her to be its master.

In the dead of night, apart from the sound of the waves, all was quiet. They were gently rocking on the sea, and it was pitch black outside.

Jiang Yi carefully set sail. The yacht was not very noisy to begin with, and with the low speed and the sound of the waves, it shouldn't disturb the people on the island.

When they were about 30 kilometers from the island, Jiang Yi stopped the boat. Xia Ning took out a lifeboat, and the two of them got off the yacht and put it away.

She couldn't bear to throw away the lifeboat, so she let Jiang Yi into her spatial dimension. She sat on the wooden plank, put away the lifeboat, and instantly teleported to the island.

The island was eerily quiet at this moment. She released Jiang Yi and walked further in, seeing several wooden houses. Further in, there were at least twenty scattered wooden houses.

This island is so big, there must be more than that many houses.

"Xiao Ning, let's keep going in."

The deserted island was bitterly cold at night, and sometimes crackling sounds could be heard from the wooden houses, where people were probably tending to their fires.

"This island is huge." We've walked for so long, and we still can't see the end of it.

"Let's find a secluded spot to sleep, and come out tomorrow to see if they're human or ghosts."

"Okay, did you get cold just now?"

Xia Ning shook her head. She glanced at her son, his little face flushed from sleeping. Da Ha and his wife were watching over him. She always felt that the animals in the space seemed to have gained intelligence; they were exceptionally well-behaved and sensible.

The next day.

After they finished eating and made arrangements for Baozi, they left the space.

When they came out, they were in a crevice between a large rock, a spot they had specifically looked for the day before.

On a day like this, there was hardly any green to be seen on the island; everything was a vast expanse of white, with very thick snow. To fit the scene and to avoid being recognized, Xia Ning and Jiang Yi dressed entirely in white, including their hats and shoes.

Except for their rolling eyes, the two were completely covered up.

Why is this island so cold?

Jiang Yi had a feeling something was wrong. He was on the ship, and he wasn't wearing such thick clothes or feeling this cold. Now that he was wrapped up so much, he didn't feel very warm.

"No wonder those wooden houses are always burning at night; if the fire goes out, people will freeze to death."

Xia Ning took out a thermometer; it was -43 degrees Celsius. She was instantly dumbfounded.

Holy crap, have they gotten to the Arctic?

The island was eerily quiet, devoid of any life. At this hour, she hadn't seen a single living creature along the way. If it weren't for the moving black dots she'd spotted through her binoculars yesterday and the burning wooden hut she'd seen last night, she would have thought this was a deserted island.

What about people?

Where have they all gone?

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