My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1170: A Scumbag’s Relentless Ruin

"There's a cellar, but tell me, are you truly so naive to believe you could conceal yourself from the Chaos Fire within its confines?" Madam Zhao's eyes, reminiscent of shimmering water, fixed upon me with a discernible coolness. "This Chaos Fire, if mishandled, possesses the power to immolate the entire mountain."

I offered her a smile. "Or perhaps, should things go awry, the ancient paintings might also be consumed. In such a scenario, if you manage to escort me from the mountain, would I not have been saved from burning to death?"

"Hahaha, my heart swells with such immense delight that I wish to formally recognize you as my goddaughter. Your disposition is precisely what I find most agreeable." Madam Zhao, shedding her usual gentle and elegant facade, seized my hand and erupted in hearty laughter. "Come, let us venture into the cellar for some amusement. At worst, it will merely be a grand conflagration that consumes those wretched bastards' ancient paintings as well."

This Madam Zhao, brimming with vitality and brilliance, was undoubtedly a heroic woman of her time.

Emulating the legendary Hua Mulan, she was like Mu Guiying reborn!

Not keen on meeting my demise, I cautiously interjected, "Before we descend, perhaps we should prepare two large barrels brimming with water."

"A single large barrel suffices; why would we require two? Neither of us is particularly portly," Madam Zhao declared, lifting me by the scruff of my collar as easily as one might pick up a fledgling chick.

On our journey to the cellar, we conveniently procured a large barrel filled with rainwater.

Within my mind, a single, stark realization took hold: I had been mistaken!

She was not Hua Mulan, nor Mu Guiying in any sense.

This was the female equivalent of Cheng Yaojin, a female rendition of Li Kui!

Being held by her, surprisingly, I felt an unexpected sense of security.

Within the profound, shadowed depths of the Taoist Temple's cellar, Madam Zhao and I shared a single water tank.

We reached an agreement: the moment the inferno encroached upon us, we would plunge into the water together.

To forestall the water's rapid evaporation, we inscribed an Ice Curse upon our palms.

Before the arrival of the flames.

I could no longer suppress my persistent curiosity and inquired, "My dear sister, might I ask why Zhao Sihai saw fit to confine you within the Taoist Temple?"

"Who claims he imprisoned me here?" Madam Zhao casually swirled the water with her fair hand. At this juncture, her appearance had transformed, no longer resembling Xiao Li but her own intrinsic beauty, mirrored in the water's surface. "I voluntarily chose to reside within the painting, forsaking any further encounters with him. I even took an Oath Curse, vowing never to depart from the Taoist Temple."

The corner of my mouth twitched; so, it transpired that she had cursed herself, effectively becoming her own jailer within these confines!

"Alas, prolonged confinement has brought about regret," Madam Zhao murmured to herself. "It was hardly worth it for a scumbag. To endure solitude in the mountains while he was surrounded by others."

"Are you implying he wed a mortal woman?" I inquired.

Madam Zhao let out a cold laugh. "He remains utterly indifferent to his own standing and disregards the lowliness of mortals, flitting among countless women, desiring hundreds, even thousands. In the end, he fathered so many offspring that I cannot possibly eliminate them all, one by one!"

"Ah, I see now." What I had initially perceived as the water warming from the approaching fire now felt like an icy chill seeping into my very bones.

Who could have fathomed that this playful and seemingly open-minded Madam Zhao harbored the heart of a bloodthirsty fiend?

From my own moral standpoint, indiscriminate slaughter of innocent lives is utterly abhorrent.

However, could a seemingly gentle young woman's transformation into a Demon Head-like entity be entirely attributed to the actions of a scumbag?

Madam Zhao, her voice dropping to a soft whisper, articulated each word deliberately. "Should I survive and escape this place, I vow to annihilate Zhao Zheng and her mother! Of his ill-gotten offspring, only that one daughter remains alive. Zhao Sihai dotes upon that daughter the most, though she is a twisted calamity with impure blood, much like him, prone to endless proliferation."

Wait, is your own character not also twisted?

Throughout our prior conversations, this aspect of her personality remained concealed; it was only when Zhao Sihai was mentioned that she underwent such a drastic transformation.

He was, without a doubt, a scumbag, capable of utterly destroying a person.

"The fire has arrived," Madam Zhao announced, her demeanor suddenly shifting to one of gentleness, her voice as soft and persistent as the drizzling rain of Jiangnan.

With a tender gesture, she pushed my head beneath the water, descending with me to the tank's bottom, her bearing serene and graceful, akin to a magnificent water lily.