Our village has worshiped a white snake for generations and called her "Empress". Offering boys and girls every year can ensure good weather. This year, the spot for sacrifice fell to my sister. I picked up the hatchet and prepared to go up the mountain to be the God-killer. But when I rushed to the temple, I saw the huge white snake using the tip of its tail to carefully hide my sister under the altar table. A pair of snake eyes stared at me nervously and said: "Shh... Let her hide quickly. The sacrifice that was deceived from 'above' will be delivered soon. That thing... Is not a god."
