Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool-Chapter 88 - 78: If Your Brother-in-Law Says One Plus One Equals Three, You’d Better Believe It, Got It
The Eight-Headed Serpent, a fearsome power from the lands of Little East Asia.
Was now surrounded by the Da Xingzi of Changliu Village, trembling in fear like a common snake.
After all, each of these creatures looked more ferocious and menacing than the last. When had the Eight-Headed Serpent ever encountered anything like this?
"Why can’t this thing talk?"
A voice suddenly rang out.
It was immediately followed by another voice:
"Are you an idiot? It’s from Little East Asia. Of course it can’t speak our language!"
After circling the Eight-Headed Serpent and sizing it up for a while, one of the Da Xingzi suddenly asked:
"So, what do we do with it?
Does Grandma know?"
At these words, all eyes turned to the Little Ginseng Spirit.
The adorable little girl held her head high and spoke in a stuffy, muffled voice:
"Nope.
I was out playing this afternoon and saw it. It even tried to swallow me.
So I gave it a good thrashing and dragged it back here. I haven’t even gone home to show Grandma yet.
I wanted to let you all have a look first!"
The little girl’s muffled voice was utterly adorable.
But a wave of envy washed over the surrounding Da Xingzi.
Under the current circumstances, she was the only one who could go out and have fun.
The little girl was a Spirit Monster who had never harmed a single person. Born of the Celestial Father and Earth Mother, her nature was pure and without a trace of evil.
As long as she was careful when she went out, no one would be able to detect her.
The rest of them, on the other hand, were all great and terrible fiends, down to the last one.
The moment one of them stepped outside, a Traveler could sense their wicked aura from a great distance.
That was why everyone had been stuck in Changliu Village all this time, and they were going absolutely stir-crazy.
Suddenly, a sinister, terrifying voice piped up:
"How about...
we eat it...?
We can leave one tail behind and toss it outside.
When those who are looking for it see that it’s dead, they’ll just leave."
After these sinister words were spoken,
the entire forest fell deathly silent.
Then, the sound of a loud gulp broke the silence.
It was quickly followed by more.
There was also the hair-raising, GRINDING sound of teeth.
In an instant, the forest was filled with an incredibly bizarre and terrifying atmosphere.
...
「That night.」
At the Su family home in Changliu Village.
Su Changliang’s bags, large and small, were all packed.
Su Changliang planned to eat dinner, rest for a bit, and then set off at ten o’clock.
The ox-cart ride from Changliu Village to the city took at least five or six hours.
If he left at ten, he would reach Taiping City around three or four in the morning.
The letter from the previous night had instructed Su Changliang to wait at the East City Gate at nine the next morning.
Lu Yuan would be there to pick him up personally.
Ordinarily, he wouldn’t need to go so early.
Arriving too early would mean freezing at the East City Gate while he waited.
However, Changliu Village was a remote place, and there were only a few carts heading to the city each day.
There was a cart leaving at eight o’clock that night, and another one at three or four in the morning.
But if he took the morning cart, he would likely arrive in Taiping City around nine or ten o’clock.
There was no way they could make their son-in-law wait at the East City Gate.
So, the decision was to take the ten o’clock cart that night. Once he got there, he could find a place to hole up for the night; a strapping young lad like him wouldn’t freeze to death.
"Oh, by the way, Lao San.
Yuan’Er loves our homegrown chickens. Grab a few more from your place for Changliang to take to his brother-in-law."
Su Liyan’s mother said, having suddenly remembered something as she finished her packing. She was speaking to Su Liyan’s third uncle, who was squatting on the doorframe, SLURPING down a bowl of hand-pulled noodles.
Su Liyan’s third uncle didn’t hesitate for a second. He agreed immediately, setting down his bowl and chopsticks.
"Done. I’ll go get them right now."
As he stood, the third uncle made to climb over the wall.
But Su Liyan’s mother yanked him back.
"Oh, stop it. Just use the door," she said. "I’ll go have a word with them. This business of always blocking the door can’t go on."
...
As night fell, Lu Yuan returned home after being out for the entire day.
He was carrying a rabbit.
He had just reached the central courtyard and hadn’t even stepped through the door when he heard a peal of silvery laughter from the East Wing.
He had no idea what the three women were talking about, but they sounded very happy.
When Lu Yuan pushed the door open and went inside, the three women saw he was back and immediately flocked to him.
They helped him off with his coat and hat.
Naturally, they also noticed the rabbit he was holding.
Dangling the rabbit by its ears, Lu Yuan handed it directly to Song Meiqin, who had hobbled over on her crutch.
"I saw someone selling rabbits on the side of the road on my way back.
Take a look. Doesn’t this tuft of fur in the middle look just like the patch on Ying’Er’s head?"
The rabbit was black, with a bowl-shaped patch of white fur on its head.
Lu Yuan thought it looked like the horse Aunt Song had raised.
Even though the color and the species were wrong, the white tuft of fur was similar enough that he bought it on a whim.
Su Liyan didn’t understand what he meant.
But at their side, Zhao Qiao’Er blinked, her brow furrowing slightly as she looked at Song Meiqin, who had taken the rabbit and seemed to be in a daze.
"What happened to Ying’Er?" she asked.
Clearly, Zhao Qiao’Er also knew about Song Meiqin’s horse named Ying’Er.
It was also clear that Song Meiqin had not told Zhao Qiao’Er about Ying’Er’s death.
Lu Yuan briefly explained the situation to Aunt Zhao.
Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhao let out a soft sigh. She pulled her sister into a tight embrace and murmured,
"Tomorrow, we’ll go to the stables and find you another horse, one just like Ying’Er."
After taking off his overcoat, Lu Yuan walked to a nearby table, picked up a teacup to take a sip of water, and then said,
"No need to go looking. I’ve already checked the stables today, and there isn’t a single horse that looks like her.
When it’s time for breeding in the spring, we can find two horses with the right colors and try our luck. If we’re fortunate, we might get one on the first try."
At this, Song Meiqin’s eyes grew red.
However, she wasn’t crying because Lu Yuan had failed to find her a replacement for Ying’Er.
