My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1221: What Secrets Can’t Be Told?

"Seriously? He didn’t teach me anything at all." I glanced at Zhang Zidao, who was sitting there wolfing down the sweet rice wine dessert.

The young man’s features were delicate, a face like a piece of fine jade.

After finishing the fermented rice, he went on to walnut crisps and durian puffs, nyonya kueh...

He was really going through, in one sitting, every pastry in this lifetime that I can or can’t put a name to.

Zhang Che frowned. "He didn’t teach you anything, then where did that whole body of Sharp Gold Aura come from?"

"Didn’t you already know? He’s the one who put it into my body." Watching Zhang Zidao put away what had to be a hundred catties of pastries by now, I couldn’t help feeling bloated for him and burped.

Zhang Che said, "If I’m guessing right, that’s the origin power he cultivated and nurtured for many years. From now on, anything from the Zhang Family you study, you’ll be able to master at a glance. Of course he wouldn’t just superficially teach you specific techniques."

"Oh right, Uncle Che, have you... talked it over with my master yet?" Watching the sun sink in the west and another day slip by, I was indescribably anxious.

Once dawn breaks tomorrow, he probably won’t last till dusk—Zhang Zidao could leave at any moment.

Zhang Che shook his head. "I haven’t found the chance. I keep feeling he’s deliberately hiding something, so ever since we saw the control gu in the patient’s body yesterday, he’s been avoiding meeting me in private."

"You’ve seen the control gu? What does it look like?" I hadn’t finished asking when Zhang Che handed me a sketch.

It was a strange beetle with a very hard shell.

It looked a bit like a ladybug, but Zhang Che told me its shell was golden.

And it burned with golden flames, the temperature extremely high.

But it had a gentle side as well; when the flames entered a person’s body—

The person wouldn’t be burned, just controlled.

I was completely at a loss. I’m linked mind-to-mind with the Centipede Gu.

But even Xiao Honghong had never seen this kind of gu and couldn’t even name it.

While I was studying the drawing, Zhang Che said to me, "I took it to Granny Long. She told me not to meddle, so then I went to Yan Bashui, and he dodged the issue too. Later I realized the entire Lin Family is staying completely out of anything to do with Su Chongwen—they’re neither afflicted by the gu poison, nor do they intend to get involved in the other Mystic Sect members being controlled."

"My grandpa has always looked down on Su Chongwen. When my mom wanted to go with Su Chongwen, he even struck her from the family genealogy. There’s no reason he’d help Su Chongwen." In my view, doing nothing is as good as helping, so I couldn’t figure it out no matter how I thought about it.

After brooding for a while, Zhang Che said to me, "Whatever the reason, the Corpse Drivers under Granny Long, the Miao Village under Yan Bashui, and the Lin Family under Lin Huan—those three powers stand in a stalemate, and none of them are willing to tell the truth. That’s really a headache for us."

I was at my wits’ end. The Lin Family, Tianying Village, Long Xiangkui—clearly they’d all agreed among themselves and didn’t want to get dragged into this...

After agreeing to several blind dates, Zhang Shuying finally managed to escape the elders’ siege and ran over, saying, "You two really sold me out for your own peace and quiet—using me to sell me, and in exchange you get a life of leisure. That’s cold."

I asked Zhang Shuying, "Shuying, take a look—do you recognize this kind of gu?"

"If you don’t, you can ask your Golden Silkworm Gu. It’s lived a long time; it’s bound to be well-informed." Zhang Che added.

Zhang Shuying picked it up, glanced at it, and sneered. "This is the control gu Su Chongwen put into people’s bodies, the one you saw when you were doing Gu Removal for them, right, Uncle Che?"

This guy is ridiculously smart; we hadn’t told him the story, but one look at the picture and he knew.

"You know it?" I asked excitedly.

Zhang Shuying shook his head, then walked over to Zhang Zidao’s side.

He swept the butterfly puffs and coconut cakes off the table onto the floor and slapped the picture down on the table. "The two of them have been guessing back and forth, but never came to ask you. Obviously it’s because you, you damned old man, won’t talk. You’re about to kick the bucket—what secrets are there left that you can’t tell?"