My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Xiao Shenshen had his fill of sleep and poked his head out from the black Miao Embroidered Pouch filled with needles and thread, pleading to be petted.

With big eyes fluttering irresistibly, no one could refuse him.

Suddenly, many colorful, long snakes emerged from a corner, speaking in unison, "I want my head petted too."

Seeing so many different species of snakes, along with Xiao Shenshen's eager eyes,

I suddenly felt both helpless and amused, recalling how I used to be afraid of snakes.

If this many snakes had approached me a few months ago, I probably would have collapsed from fear before they even spoke.

The moment I heard them speak, I would have fainted from shock.

Since all the snakes Yu Longting sent to accompany me were female, I didn't have much to worry about.

I let them all come over and gently petted each snake on the head, fulfilling everyone's wishes.

Snakes prefer calm to movement, the crowd of snakes, once their heads were petted,

coiled contentedly around me, comfortably flicking their tails.

I'm someone who can't stay idle, so I had Xiao Shenshen fetch the sewing kit from the pouch, planning to make a new Cultivation Spiritual Garment for Yu Longting.

After all, the old one was lent to that big rat, and knowing Yu Longting's obsession with cleanliness, he likely wouldn't accept wearing something someone else had worn.

Unconsciously, my keen sense of smell detected a dreadful scent of blood, a stench not like that of a living creature, but like long-dead rotting flesh, "Save me… Yuanyuan… help… save me…"

The moment I heard the cries for help from downstairs, my needle slipped and pricked my fingertip, "hiss~"

Pain surged, and bright red blood oozed from the punctured spot.

"Does it hurt? Let Shenshen blow on it for you." Shenshen, who had been sleeping on my lap, woke up to see my hand injured, and came over to blow on it.

My fingertip, infused with the scent of ginseng, had the pain disappear in moments, and even the wound vanished.

But, a bad feeling inexplicably rose in my heart, and the hoarse cries for help echoed again, "Quick… open the door… I don't want to die, Su Wan… I... I am your Master Yang."

Master Yang, the head chef at Chen's Restaurant's kitchen.

He earned his chef's license at seventeen and could almost cook every type of cuisine; his knife skills were unmatched.

Most of my culinary skills were guided by Master Yang himself.

Sometimes, after making some money, I'd occasionally buy some fine wine as a gesture of respect for Master Yang.

When he was happy, he'd even share a few secret recipes with me.

I held great respect for Master Yang in my heart, so I immediately set Xiao Shenshen on the bed, slipped on my slippers, and went to the window to take a look.

The evening was dim.

Under a dim streetlight, a stooped yet strong man stood there.

He wore a dusty overalls, one of his arms was missing, blood still dripping from the wound, his body trembling like chaff.

His hand feebly knocked on the door, leaving a trail of blood handprints on the wooden door.

My God, how had Master Yang become like this!!

Without thinking, I hurried downstairs, opened the door, and said, "Master Yang, come in quickly."

The moment I opened the door, all the streetlights buzzed out with a flicker of electricity.

The entire road plunged into unprecedented darkness; even my Spiritual Eye couldn't see through it, as if everything but the restaurant had descended into the Netherworld.

From the darkness behind Master Yang, rustling, dense noises that resembled the crawling of many-legged insects sent chills down my spine.

If I only cared about my own life, I could have just pushed this blood-covered man out, closed the door tightly, and fortified it with the Spirit Talisman given by Yu Longting.

But I couldn't do that.

In a flash, I made my decision, grabbed Master Yang's wrist, and pulled him from the cold and the darkness into the warm room.