My Demon Husband Is a Snake

"The livestock that was bitten to death in your family, were they all drained of blood?" I stood up straight and locked eyes with the woman holding the child.

The child, only two or three years old, nestled in his mother's arms, still oblivious to the world, "Dry and flat."

The childish babble, though innocent in tone, spoke of a method of killing that was exceptionally cruel.

The livestock must have been drained completely, not just of blood, hence why in the end, only a layer of skin was left.

"It's as my son just described," the woman hastily added.

I hung my head, slowly coming to understand the situation: "It was the work of a weasel."

"Impossible, those two weasels had fourteen Penetrating Nails in them and were bound by Black Snake of Lord Dragon God, how could they possibly escape?" the village head immediately rejected my words, but not feeling reassured, sent someone to check.

I pursed my lips and forcefully grabbed Bai Zanhe's hand, which was frantically scratching the back of her neck, pulling it to the front, "It was brought in by Zanhe. I told you before, as soon as Zanhe comes to the island, you lose! Because the weasels hiding on the boat will slip ashore at the first opportunity. The weasels' misdeeds are mostly for revenge. No! They might... perhaps they wanted to rescue the two captured weasels."

Another thought clamored in my heart: the weasels went to great lengths to come to the island, more likely, it was for that thousand-year-old Ginseng.

Bai Zanhe's hands were originally pale and clean, slender like wheat straws.

But now, they were contorted like chicken claws, smeared with purulent blood that seemed to fester.

The pus blood was incredibly foul-smelling, dripping drop by drop from her fingertips.

"I didn't expect to encounter a member of Lin's Exorcist Family here."

An eerie and cold voice arose; the voice came from Bai Zanhe's body, but her lips did not move to speak, "Worthy of being a member of the Lin family, much smarter than those wastes from the collateral branches of the Zhang family. Let our ancestor go, and all will live in peace, without causing each other trouble."

"And if I don't agree?" I felt I had no reason to agree. Yu Longting could slap a Yellow Skin to death with a single palm, and we had two in our hands already.

Why should I agree to such an unreliable request?

In the midst of everybody's furious glares, Bai Zanhe's face was filled with terror, turning a terrible pallor.

That voice again came from the back of Bai Zanhe's neck, laughing with a coldness that was bone-chilling, "Then we have no choice but to perish together. This woman of the Bai family is bound to die, and we'll ensure that Barbarian Village is plunged into chaos."

"Overconfident! Under my watch, you still think you can turn the sky upside down?" I grabbed Bai Zanhe's arm and turned her over, revealing a lump of flesh on her back.

On the lump, there was actually the face of a Yellow Skin, complete with eyes, nose, ears, and even a tongue and teeth inside its mouth.

The voice that had spoken was indeed coming from this bizarre mouth.

It was as if a Yellow Skin was growing inside Bai Zanhe's body.

"Oh? A weasel has been implanted into this woman's body, creating a symbiotic relationship. It seems she must be killed," Yu Longting's voice—a chill breeze—suddenly rang out. He didn't know Bai Zanhe, and naturally, he didn't care about her life or death.

Bai Zanhe was truly miserable. She had finally gained her freedom,

But because the weasel needed to come to Barbarian Village, it forcibly established a symbiotic relationship with her. Escaping this fate might be impossible, even in death.

Even if Bai Zanhe died, the weasel could still control her corpse.

But death could offer release; otherwise, she'd have to endure the torment of coexisting with a monster forever.

In the end, there was still a flicker of compassion in Yu Longting's heart.

I glanced at him and held out my hand, "Do you have a knife?"

"A knife will only provide temporary relief, not a cure; the pain might be several times worse than before." Yu Longting, after being glared at by me, shrugged his shoulders and drew his long sword from his robe.

In his hand, the long sword emitted a white light and transformed into a delicate dagger, which he handed to me.