Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool-Chapter 38: Old Ancestor, Save Me!

Lin Fusheng stared blankly at the figure before him.

She looked different from how she did back in the village, but Lin Fusheng could still recognize her.

This was Su Liyan!

The very same young wife who was always so sweet, alluring, and beautiful in front of Lu Yuan, the one who would coquettishly call him "brother"!

Before Lin Fusheng could even process what was happening,

He heard a series of frantic squeals.

The yellow-skinned creature struggled wildly in Su Liyan’s slender hands, but she showed it no mercy whatsoever.

There was a sickening SQUELCH.

Right before Lin Fusheng’s eyes, Su Liyan crushed the yellow-skinned creature’s head with one hand.

Then, a massive, silvery snake tail swept out violently.

The tray that had just fallen to the ground was instantly sent flying.

It smashed against a nearby wall, and the incense was extinguished.

A second or two after the incense went out, the sound of a gunshot suddenly rang out from within the courtyard.

It was a sound neither Su Liyan nor Lin Fusheng was unfamiliar with.

They had just heard it that very morning.

After a moment’s stun, they both turned toward the sound.

Of course, they couldn’t see anything.

This was the main corridor outside the Zhao Mansion.

However, Lin Fusheng couldn’t see a thing, nor did he know what was going on.

Su Liyan, however, pondered for a moment and seemed to understand something.

She let out a faint sigh of relief.

Then, Su Liyan turned her gaze to Lin Fusheng at her side.

Lin Fusheng was completely dumbfounded, staring at the Su Liyan before him without being able to utter a single word.

This...

’Is... is this really Su Liyan?!’

Of course, Lin Fusheng knew it was her.

But he truly didn’t dare to believe it.

’She crushed a Spirit Monster with at least eighty years of cultivation with a single hand?’

’This yellow-skinned creature... my full-force strike didn’t even scratch it, and it even broke my Wooden Sword!’

’And those cold, emotionless eyes staring at me.’

’Is this the same sweet, charming, and obedient young wife?’

’The same Su Liyan who washed clothes, cooked meals, cleaned the house, and helped Lu Yuan get dressed every day—the picture of a virtuous wife?’

This...

’She’s like a completely different person!’

’This... Lu Yuan probably doesn’t know about this, does he?’

Right!

’He definitely doesn’t know.’

’If Lu Yuan knew, he never would have sent Su Liyan away tonight.’

’It seems I’ve stumbled upon an incredible secret...’

But Lin Fusheng wasn’t happy about it.

This was definitely not the time to say something like, "Ma’am, I’m sure you wouldn’t want your husband to know..."

Lin Fusheng would never say such bullshit.

Because... Lin Fusheng could already see a trace of murderous intent in the cold gaze Su Liyan fixed on him...

With a strangled gasp,

Su Liyan instantly grabbed Lin Fusheng by the neck.

And then hoisted him up.

Lin Fusheng’s chubby legs dangled and kicked, his broad face turning beet red from suffocation.

But Lin Fusheng didn’t dare to struggle.

Still, Lin Fusheng was a clever one.

Though he couldn’t figure out what was going on,

the very next second, Lin Fusheng covered his eyes with one hand and croaked out with great difficulty:

"I can’t see, I can’t see...

That yellow-skinned thing’s stench got in my eyes! I don’t know anything!

I can’t see..."

After repeating this like a broken record a few times,

just when it seemed like Lin Fusheng was about to pass out from lack of air,

he heard a cold snort, and then he was dropped to the ground.

Lin Fusheng slumped against the courtyard wall, gasping for air and clutching his neck.

Then, a pair of slender hands, covered in the fresh blood of the yellow-skinned creature, wiped themselves on Lin Fusheng’s clothes.

It was like a knife being scraped back and forth across a whetstone—utterly terrifying.

"Find an excuse and get the hell out of my house. Don’t squat here every day. You’re an eyesore!"

After saying this, Su Liyan turned and left without another word.

Lin Fusheng, still slumped on the ground, wanted to cry but had no tears.

’I don’t want to be a third wheel! I don’t want to interrupt you and your husband being all lovey-dovey every day!!’

’It’s not like I have a choice!!’

Of course, how could Lin Fusheng dare to say such a thing? He just hurriedly replied:

"Right, right..."

As Lin Fusheng spoke, he secretly raised his head to peek at Su Liyan.

He saw her moving quickly in the direction of the city outskirts.

...

「Meanwhile.」

Inside the Zhao Mansion, things were a mess.

Just a moment ago, for some unknown reason, all the Jumping Ghosts had vanished in an instant.

Then the scene before him flickered and disappeared entirely.

When Lu Yuan could see clearly again, he saw that most of the Yellow Talismans in the room had been torn down.

All the candles had been blown out, leaving only the light of the Spiritual Lamp.

But the most terrifying sight was Zhao Qiao’Er. She had been sitting alone in the middle of the altar, merely a bit dazed.

But now, two figures had appeared beside her at some unknown point.

One was a ghost with a ridiculously long neck and its tongue hanging out, draped over Zhao Qiao’Er’s back.

It had its mouth wide open, neck stretched out, and was sucking something from the top of Zhao Qiao’Er’s head.

The other was a hunched-over old hag, holding a wooden awl in one hand and aiming it at Zhao Qiao’Er’s forehead.

In her other hand, she held a wooden mallet.

She was just about to strike.

In that split second, Lu Yuan whipped the Flintlock Gun out from behind his back.

He fired a shot right at the old hag’s head.

The old butler, snapping back to his senses, immediately rushed in.

The Wooden Sword in his hand pinned the long-necked ghost directly to the talisman-covered wall behind it.

After a piercing shriek,

the hunched-over old hag fell to the floor and melted into a puddle of green liquid.

The entire room filled with a foul stench.

And the long-necked ghost pinned to the wall shriveled into a piece of dry, stretched skin.

...

「At the same time.」

Outside the city, a bitter battle was already underway.

Daoist Longchuan, dressed in magnificent Daoist robes, stood before an altar, waving his Wooden Sword and cursing loudly:

"You son of a bitch! Didn’t you say the man from the Liu Family was just a green-stiff corpse?!

This motherfucker is starting to grow hair! It’s about to become a hairy-stiff corpse!!"

Next to him was another Celestial Master—the one who had come from the Provincial City.

Although he was injured, he had fought these Xingzi firsthand the day before.

So today, he was naturally here to assist Daoist Longchuan.

He had told him everything that happened yesterday so Daoist Longchuan could prepare in advance.

But who would have thought that the Liu Family man, who was only at the level of a green-stiff corpse last night,

would transform overnight and be on the verge of becoming a hairy-stiff corpse!

This sudden surge in power was something no one had expected.

Besides, this wasn’t the city.

This was the desolate land outside the city, with a dark mass of at least eighty, if not a hundred, Xingzi pressing in from all sides.

They were about to be overwhelmed!

How late in the night was it even?

If things continued like this, they wouldn’t be able to hold them back. They might not even make it out alive!!

The Celestial Master from the Provincial City gritted his teeth and shot back angrily:

"That’s how it was yesterday! You think I’d lie to you on purpose?!

I’m still here fighting, aren’t I!!"

Hearing this, Daoist Longchuan cursed again and then said:

"You’re going to get me fucking killed!!"

After cursing, Daoist Longchuan bit the finger of his left hand, lightly touched the spot between his eyebrows, and shouted:

"Ancestor, save me!!"