My Demon Husband Is a Snake

I couldn't resist my curiosity and asked the cloth puppet a question.

After all, the cloth puppet was a product of my art, no matter how much it resembled Hu Jiao, it couldn't defy my words.

"You... you are a very terrifying person... I cannot provoke you!!" The cloth puppet gasped in terror, falling to its knees.

It actually knelt on the spot??

I really didn't expect that Hu Jiao would be so afraid of me.

If one's conscience is clear, they need not fear ghosts knocking at their door. Could it be that Hu Jiao did something guilty and feared I would give her trouble?

After a while, the RV stopped at the entrance of an old alley.

It was afternoon; the sky was gloomy, brimming with a murky haze.

There were almost no people at the mouth of the alley.

Only a few individuals passed by occasionally.

Due to its remote location and the abandonment of nearby residences,

as well as the legends of hauntings here, the alley was utterly deserted.

"Miss Wan, please be cautious, there is a strong evil aura here," the Snake Servant warned me.

I glanced at the uniquely shaped Snake Servants and said, "You all wait for me on the bus, I will notify you by phone if I need anything."

The Snake Servants complied and boarded the vehicle.

Leaving the Patchwork Man behind, I stepped forward briskly.

My mind was full of doubt—Hu Jiao, a big celebrity like her,

in a big city like B City, shouldn't be without a property; why would she stay in a place like this?

There are just three households on both sides of the alley, and all three are desolately uninhabited.

Among them, one is even a coffin shop with severely weathered lion statues on either side.

Behind the partially opened broken door, coffins filled the space; the ground inside the courtyard was covered in white joss paper, and there were various eerie paper effigies.

The Patchwork Man dashed inside, and I pushed the door open to follow.

Meanwhile, I curled my fingers and strands of hair on the Patchwork Man started peeling off by themselves, until eventually the entire patch of cloth floated back to my hand.

"With so many pregnant women, why did you specifically target Su Wan?" At this moment, I heard a man's roar, but the sound was somewhat distorted, clearly transmitted from a phone.

I followed the sound to one side of the quadrangle, crouched beside a water tank to hide, and heard Hu Jiao's voice as well, "But she was using an alias; how could I know that Chen Yuanyuan was Su Wan? I only did it to meet your demands... the reason I targeted Su Wan and Chen Shufen... I was afraid of Su Wan's retaliation, so I didn't dare to show my face in public and could only hide in an abandoned coffin shop."

"Enough, I don't want to hear so many excuses and reasons; you have two days to find the zombie demon that is with Han Dai," the voice said.

It was Hu Jiao talking to a middle-aged man on the phone, his voice sinister and indifferent, bearing an attitude of superiority, most likely someone accustomed to holding a position of power, "If it weren't for your claim of three million for a life, I wouldn't have allowed you to use the zombie demon for such a pointless rivalry between women."

Listening to this, the original purpose of creating the zombie demon was indeed not for killing.

It was Hu Jiao collaborating with someone, proposing the request to satisfy her own desires.

Truly despicable and cruel.

I continued to listen intently, Hu Jiao's voice tinged with panic, "I was just about to tell you about this... Bai Yinman has released news about holding a funeral for her son and a farewell ceremony for the body. I'm thinking... could Bai Xuecong be with Bai Yinman?"

"Idiot! Wasn't the control of the zombie demon in your hands? If you couldn't find her, how could she have gone to Bai Yinman? Do you think I'm an idiot? Bai Yinman is just an ordinary minor celebrity!"

Upon hearing this, the voice on the other end of the phone exploded, berating Hu Jiao with harsh words.