My Demon Husband Is a Snake

I felt a fire burning in my heart at Qingyang's self-righteousness, he had taken so many lives, yet he acted like a victim.

Before I had a chance to scold him, he preemptively hung up the call.

And who did he say my backer was?

It shouldn't be Yu Longting...

Qingyang certainly doesn't have this kind of wariness towards Yu Longting.

Zhang Zidao stroked his goatee, speaking with a hint of scorn: "Master Qingyang hung up because he admitted defeat, Wang Heyin is now abandoned."

"Does that mean he'll give up on the zombie demon matter?" I caught the crucial point and asked pensively.

Zhang Zidao's expression was very subtle, he glanced at Wang Heyin with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Wang Heyin, having lost his backbone, frantically swiped the screen.

He kept calling Master Qingyang over and over, but it seemed he had been blocked, and couldn't get through, "No no no, Master, you can't ignore me. If Old Taoist Zhang turns me over to the Arbitration Council for judgment, I'm done for."

Zhang Zidao personally stepped forward and bound Wang Heyin tightly with a hemp rope.

Not long after, his two young followers arrived.

Zhang Zidao instructed his followers to hoist the tightly bound Wang Heyin onto the vehicle, saying he was to be taken to the Arbitration Council for a decision.

"Arbitration Council..." I pondered these three words, having grown so old, only learning today there was such a place in the Geomancy Realm.

But it wasn't surprising, the people of the Mystic Sect are powerful.

There needs to be an organization to lead, to constrain and command us.

Seeing that the situation was nearly wrapped up, I came back to my senses, and said to Bai Yinman, who was clinging to Congcong, somewhat at a loss: "Sister Yinman, it's about time. If it gets any later, we'll have to wait until tomorrow, and Congcong will suffer much more."

In the late afternoon, the yang energy wanes.

Catching the interchange of yin and yang, as day and night were about to switch.

If I delayed further, out of reluctance to part with Congcong, it would get dark.

Darkness breeds strong yin; the road of the dead is too dark and dangerous, not suitable for sending Congcong off.

So, the timing right now was just right.

"Okay, I know, Miss Wan, I won't hinder you." Bai Yinman's fingers trembled as she held Congcong's hand, frequently touching her butterfly-knotted braids, her bright eyes exuding determination.

Her nature was inherently weak, but as a mother, she was strong.

I felt sorrow in my heart, my eyes stinging, as I touched Congcong's little face, "Do you know what auntie is going to do to you?"

"Auntie... is going to send Congcong away..." Congcong seemed to have realized her fate from what she had heard from us.

Seeing how obedient she was, without a hint of resistance, hot tears slid down my cheeks, "In a while, auntie is going to burn you with fire, can you... not hate auntie?"

"Congcong is afraid of pain, can you make it lighter?" Congcong reached out her little hands, wiping the tears from my face.

I took Congcong from Bai Yinman's arms and hugged her tightly, "Okay, auntie will be very gentle, I won't let you feel much pain. From now on, auntie and Congcong are going to play a game."

"What game?" Congcong's little face rubbed against mine, full of longing and reluctance.

She knew she was going to leave me, she knew I had to do something very cruel to her, which I couldn't avoid.

The Little Dumpling inside of me sensed his newly met little friend, about to bid farewell to this world forever.

He actually started crying in his mother's womb.

I used the gentlest voice of my life to address this gentle and kind child, if it hadn't been such a gentle child like Congcong who became the zombie demon, I really wouldn't know what the outcome of the whole affair would have been, "A game of hide and seek, where auntie will cremate your body, and Congcong will encounter a very dark path. Remember to walk towards the places with light, don't give up, and one day in the future, meet us again."