My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Hu Jiao tentatively said, "How about... I go to the funeral tomorrow to take a look? That stupid woman Bai Yinman even sent me an invitation."

"Fine, if the zombie demon isn't at the funeral, you keep looking for it. But if it is..." The man's voice suddenly became a lot more sinister, "I will personally take care of it, and if you mess up, I'll feed you to the zombie demon, understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Hu Jiao quickly agreed.

On the other end, the man hung up directly.

Who exactly is this man?

Why would he be using Hu Jiao to create a zombie demon, when all the answers to the puzzles are right before my eyes?

With a bang, I kicked open the door to the room.

A wave of dusty air hit me in the face; the house hadn't been lived in for years and was filthy and messy.

Startled by the loud noise, Hu Jiao exclaimed, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Su Wan. You're hiding here specifically to avoid me, aren't you?"

I curled my lips, trying to show the smug expression of a big villain, "Let me think about what you've done; your people were supposed to deliver hook jade to me, to make me have a difficult childbirth. Despite all precautions, my friend couldn't stop you from running to the restaurant to cast a curse to make her have a difficult childbirth..."

"You... You really did find me, I've hidden all the way here and you still manage to find me." Hu Jiao picked up her cell phone, intending to dial that man's number.

I was quicker, plunging the Mystical Thunder cloth strip into her arm in one swift movement.

The Mystical Thunder numbed her arm, and she fell to the ground, her forehead beaded with dense cold sweat, and the phone dropped from her hand onto the floor.

"Finding you was easy. At the restaurant, I plucked a few hairs from your head." I showed Hu Jiao the hairs I had plucked from her head, "Tell me, who is the person behind you?"

"I... I don't know..." Hu Jiao stared at the strands of her own hair, barely alive in agony.

I showed no mercy and tied another fiery cloth strip around her, "Say it again, you don't know? You're still stubborn at a time like this, not shedding tears until you see the coffin!"

"I'm... I really don't know, it hurts... I'm dying of pain... I only know his surname is Wang." Unable to get up, Hu Jiao banged her forehead forcefully against the ground, "Please, I beg you, spare me. I didn't know you were Su Wan back in Spring Wind Town, that's why I offended you. If I had known you were Su Wan, I wouldn't... I wouldn't dare to provoke you..."

"Oh? You know me? Was it Mr. Wang who told you not to mess with me?" I picked up Hu Jiao's phone, unlocking it with her facial recognition.

The most recent call log was indeed marked with just the character "Wang."

Hu Jiao nodded her head in compliance, "Mr. Wang said that you are... the only one I shouldn't provoke."

I furrowed my brows. In the Geomancy Realm, where powerful figures abound, I was nothing but a shrimp.

Why would someone single me out as a person not to be provoked?

Could it be an acquaintance?

I immediately targeted Xuanjing as a suspect but felt something was off.

Xuanjing would be happy to see me done for, and he's always been the one to stir the pot, provocating.

Why would he tell people not to provoke me??

"Come inside," I said into the phone, issuing a voice command.

Soon, Snake Servants entered, and I instructed them to tie up Hu Jiao and carry her to the car.

The following day, the funeral.

Bai Yinman's home was arranged into a mourning hall.

Quite a few people from the circle came to offer their condolences.

The little zombie demon in the crystal coffin had its eyes closed, completely still.

It was dressed in a beautiful pink princess gown, its sparse baby hair tied up in a little braid, pinned with a butterfly bow hair clip.

From this view, it just looked like a normal child gone too soon.

No trace of the terrifying malice of a zombie demon could be found on its body...

Old man Zhang Zidao, dressed in an old-fashioned suit, strode into the mourning hall with a commanding presence.

His female disciple bowed down and whispered cautiously to Zhang Zidao, "Master, what are they trying to do, holding a funeral for a zombie demon?"