Four days had already passed in the blink of an eye, and tomorrow would be the fifth day. Wuyou was well taken care of by Xiao Li, but his body still felt weak and unable to cultivate. Judging from this progress, it seemed that he would need another two days.

Wuyou silently prayed, "I hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow. Both the snake venom disease and I will be fine. Oh, and Little Li will be too." Now, because Little Li can give him chicken legs anytime, anywhere... Wuyou has already categorized her as one of his own people.

Ah! Foodies are just easy to deceive, simply ridiculous.

"What is Snake Demon Disease?" Suddenly, Beiming Zihan, who had appeared out of nowhere, spoke up. He had heard the words of Wuyou just now.

Wu You was startled by the guilty conscience, and then began to stutter a little: "Um... when did you come over?"

Bei Mingzi Han's footsteps were so faint that even if Wuyou still had a bit of magic power left, he wouldn't be able to detect it. Therefore, he didn't bother to respond to Wuyou's question at all.

Bei Mingzihan continued to speak, "What does 'snake spirit illness' mean?"

Wuyou's eyes flickered uncertainly: "Um... why are you asking about this? It's an adjective from our place, even if I tell you, you won't understand." He wondered who didn't mention the "Snake Demon Disease" just now? Could he just casually mention those three words?

Unfortunately, Beiming Zihan was not easily fooled. "Why do you call me a snake demon? Explain the meaning."

Wuyou: "...How do you know it's about you? I was just...just..."

Beiming Zihan didn't want to listen to his explanation and spoke directly, "You're praying for safety tomorrow. Since you've even mentioned the name 'Xiao Li', it can only be me who's afflicted with the disease of being obsessed over by a snake spirit."

Wuyou comes down from the battlefield, saying, "Alright, snakes are cold-blooded creatures, just describing you as being more indifferent, nothing much."

Beiming Zihan nodded slightly, indicating for him to continue.

Wuyou: "...The term 'shejing' refers to a demon that can transform into a human form. It metaphorically means that you are human but your personality is different from ordinary people. It implies that you are inclined towards coldness and indifference."

Wuyou explained in a very gentle manner, and then slowly pondered if this would offend the snake enthusiast. It wasn't anything particularly serious.

Beiming Zihan indeed didn't mind, but he was always filled with curiosity about the unknown. Furthermore, since he had already turned Wuyou into his own possession, it was only natural for him to want to control everything in order to feel at ease.

Sahuhu was completely unaware that he was being treated like an object~

Beiming Zihan looked at Wuyou, his eyes filled with deep contemplation, not knowing how much of the snake demon's explanation he believed.

His eyes darkened as if an icy chill was enveloping the surroundings. "Is that so? Yes, I am indeed sick, but I don't regret becoming like this. Your metaphor is quite fitting, but the term 'snake demon illness' in your mouth is still insufficient to fully describe me."

Wu You: "..." Can't afford to provoke, can't afford to provoke...

Just as the atmosphere between the two of them was becoming somewhat intense, before Wu You had a chance to comprehend the meaning behind the other person's words, there was a commotion outside the door.

Slap! A resounding slap echoed, "You bratty girl, dare to block my way! Do you know who I am? Have you forgotten whose person you are?" The voice could be easily recognized as Beiming Ziqi's.

Originally, Zhuang Hui had prohibited him from coming to cause trouble during these few days. After all, there were only five days left, and she didn't want to rush it. In case any other problems arose, it wouldn't be good. However, Beiming Ziqi, having been spoiled like that, took advantage of the distraction and slipped back over.

Heh, the cold aura around Beiming Zihan grew stronger and stronger. Wuyou clearly felt his anger rising rapidly. At this moment, what Wuyou needed to do was to minimize his presence as much as possible! Mentally repeating to himself: "You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me..." It continued endlessly.

North Ming Zi Han raised the corners of his cold mouth, and he was actually smiling. It wasn't the kind of affected elegance, but a provocative laughter that did not conceal his dark aura.

Beiming Zihan glanced at Wuyou and said, "I'm in a good mood today. Come, I'll take you to kill someone."

No Worries: "......" Are you sure it's not because you're in a bad mood that you're turning on the air conditioning? To my surprise, your mood is actually good! Your crazy thoughts are becoming harder and harder to figure out. I, a mere mortal, bow to you!

The most important thing is to have a good mood. What the hell is taking him to kill people? Wouldn't he go crazy when he's in a bad mood?

Beiming Zihan only gave Wuyou a glance before heading out. Wuyou dared not fall behind and kept a distance from him. It was because she was afraid of the cold, not because she was scared of snake disease. She didn't want to get frostbite because of the freezing air.

Beiming Ziqi, this idiot still hasn't caught on. He only felt the presence of someone coming out of the house and knew it was Beiming Zihan. He had nothing good to say: "Oh, who is it? Turns out it's a bastard child. Tomorrow, you'll be taking the little bastard to die in the underworld. How does it feel?"

A single sentence hits the bottom line of both individuals! When it comes to seeking death, no one can surpass Beiming Ziqi!

Wuyou's entire body bristled, his pale bloodshot eyes turning crimson. "Your mother didn't even teach you how to talk? Allowing you to become so spoiled, who knows, maybe you're the illegitimate child!"

Beiming Ziqi was taken aback. He never expected this brat to be so good at insulting people. He was furious and said, "You bastard dare to speak to me like this! Whether you die today or tomorrow, it makes no difference. I'll deal with you right now!"

Is Bei Ming Zi Han really that inconspicuous? The reason is that he suppressed his presence the moment he came out, but now, as he releases it all, he still wears a smirk of arrogance, making Bei Ming Zi Qi appear insignificant like an ant.

Beiming Ziqi abruptly stopped in his tracks as a tremendous sense of crisis swept over him. It was the first time in his life that he experienced such panic, and it was all because he was fixated on Beiming Zihan. A mixture of anger and fear welled up inside him, entangling his mind to the point of driving him insane.

Beiming Zihan's voice was cold and indifferent as he said, "I'm in a really good mood today. I have gained another dog in human form."

Before Beiming Ziqi had even spoken, he found himself unable to move. A wave of black energy emanated from Beiming Zihan's body, gradually spreading out in all directions. Several strands of black silk entangled Beiming Ziqi, sending a chilling sensation deep into his bones.

Unable to shout or move, he could only struggle in fear and agony, his face contorted. Beiming Zihan continued in a calm and indifferent tone, without a hint of emotion: "Indeed, my mood is at its best when I kill. The more detestable the person, the happier I feel. I eagerly await tomorrow, when I will be even more joyful..."

Upon hearing their conversation, Bei Mingzi Qi looked at him with an incredulous expression, as if wanting to say something. However, Bei Mingzi Han had absolutely no interest in listening.

Beiming Zihan looked at the palm print on Xiaoli's face, obviously left by Beiming Ziqi's recent slap. He glanced away, not caring about anything except the peace of mind he needed for his cultivation. Even Xiaoli, who was tainted with his own evil aura, was inconsequential to him.

Xiao Li understood this very well, but she would never betray Beiming Zihan. Even if she had her own life, she would still prioritize Beiming Zihan above everything else. There was no particular reason for it; after all, she was a product of demonic cultivation.

The black aura cultivated within oneself can never betray its master.

North Ming Zi Han looked at North Ming Zi Qi, his tone as if it came from hell: "You will feel the demonic qi freezing your meridians, flesh, and keeping you painfully conscious for ten hours before you die, slowly enjoying it."

Wuyou silently calculated on the side: "..." One hour is equivalent to two hours, ten hours, until tomorrow morning... QWQ Wow, this is so terrifying and painful!