The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 65: Snow Leopard Husband, Lachlan

"Beast Husband?!"

The moment Elias Moretti finished speaking, Evangeline’s eyes shot wide open, her lashes fluttering rapidly.

The cave fell abruptly silent.

Thorne paused, turning his head to look at Evangeline. A faint light glinted in his dark green, slit pupils as he stared unblinkingly, scrutinizing every minute change in her expression.

Elias Moretti also turned, a pensive look on his face as he watched Evangeline’s eyes suddenly light up.

He knew who Evangeline was, but he couldn’t understand why she—the one who had always been so cruel and ruthless, who had done all sorts of wicked things to these Beast Husbands—would suddenly take an interest in them again.

First Danton, then Thorne. ’Who’s next? And why?’

Elias Moretti stared intently at Evangeline with his crimson eyes and said slowly, "Yes. An old acquaintance of Thorne’s has arrived outside the tribe. Like him, he is also one of Evangeline’s Beast Husbands."

Hearing this, Evangeline dropped her bowl and chopsticks and was already running out of the cave.

’Another mission objective, delivered right to my doorstep.’

Thorne watched as Evangeline rushed out of the cave without hesitation, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Elias Moretti shot him a glance and scoffed, but said nothing and followed her out.

On her way, Evangeline saw many male Beastmen who had already recovered after taking the Viper Saliva Antidote.

She didn’t have time to look closely, jogging to the tribe’s entrance.

Under an ancient tree at the entrance to the tribe, a tall, slender figure was leaning lazily against the trunk.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled spots of light on his flaxen hair. He toyed with a dry leaf between his fingertips, raising his eyes slightly at the sound of footsteps—

Evangeline froze when she saw his empty eyes.

They were like two black holes, the edges lined with hideous scars, as if they had been brutally torn out.

His eyes had been gouged out.

As for who had done it, there was no one to consider but the original "Evangeline."

And Evangeline recognized this male.

Lachlan, a Snow Leopard Beastman. He was also one of the original "Evangeline’s" Beast Husbands.

Lachlan heard the sound and tilted his head, assessing her direction. "Not Thorne. A female?"

His voice was ethereal and pleasant, and as he tilted his head, the Bone Ornaments in his hair chimed with the movement.

Ignoring his eyes, Lachlan was just as handsome, with a very clean sort of beauty.

His features were delicate, his brow bone prominent. His expression was cool and languid, and a single casual glance was enough to give off the impression of an unattainable, dream-like crush.

Evangeline stared at Lachlan for a moment, cursing inwardly: ’This damn girl... she had it so good and was still so picky! All she ever studied was the Evil Cultivation Guide, doing everything she could to court disaster!’

Perhaps she had been staring for too long, because Lachlan lowered his head again, his ethereal voice tinged with coldness. "I frightened you."

Evangeline snapped back to her senses and lowered her voice slightly. "No. Thorne will be here any moment."

Hearing her mention Thorne, Lachlan couldn’t help but glance in her direction. "You’re close with Thorne?"

Just as Evangeline was about to speak, Thorne’s voice cut in. "Lachlan? What are you doing here?"

Lachlan’s mangled eyelashes trembled slightly as his empty sockets turned toward the source of the voice.

Thorne walked to Evangeline’s side, his dark green, slit pupils glinting. The end of his sentence lilting upward, he hooked a stray strand of her hair with his fingertip. "Flora, why did you run off so fast?"

Elias Moretti stood to the side with his arms crossed, his well-defined fingers tapping idly against his bicep.

A playful smile touched his lips, his crimson Beast Eyes shifting back and forth between the three of them.

He also wanted to know why Evangeline had run so fast. Her Beast Husbands were all crippled now, unable to even take their beast forms. ’Is she going to all this trouble to heal them as a way of atoning to the Beast God?’

Just then, Lachlan’s body suddenly stiffened. His eye sockets trembled violently as he followed the scent toward Thorne. Then, a look of astonishment appeared on his cool face. "You’re healed?"

The aura of a Six-star Beastman, infused with Thunder Power, was impossible to ignore.

Thorne clearly didn’t want to dwell on the topic. He gave a soft grunt of acknowledgment before changing the subject. "Did you suddenly come to the Grymdale Tribe to ask about Evangeline?"

The air froze for a moment at the mention of her name.

Lachlan shook his head. "After the Grymdale Tribe destroyed the Oasis Tribe, I returned to my own clan. Their plague has gotten worse and worse. I don’t have time to waste on Evangeline."

As he spoke, Lachlan’s empty eye sockets turned in the direction of the Oasis Tribe.

He slowly raised his arm, revealing a rotting totem pattern on the back of his pale hand.

Evangeline’s brow furrowed. "What is that?"

Before Lachlan could speak, Elias Moretti was the first to react.

He frowned and took a subtle step back, his voice grave as he warned Evangeline, "I’d advise you to stay away from him. That plague is a terrifying curse capable of wiping out an entire tribe. Once you’re infected, there’s no cure!"

Hearing Elias Moretti’s words, Lachlan nodded as if in agreement.

"A tribal totem. My tribe is decaying because of the plague, and its Totem Power is now consuming my body." Lachlan’s voice was still ethereal. His empty eyes sought out Evangeline by the sound of her voice, as if he were looking right at her.

Thorne looked at Lachlan, a flicker of something inscrutable in his dark green eyes.

Just as Elias Moretti had said, he and Lachlan had once been in the same boat.

The difference was, he now had Flora. His Beast Crystal had returned to his heart, and his power was fully restored.

"Did you come to me for help?" Thorne asked, his voice hoarse, the lines of his face growing sharper.

Lachlan tilted his head, his arm falling limply to his side. The rotting totem, etched deep into his flesh, gave off a dim glow as it swayed.

He nodded lightly. "Could I ask the Witch of the Grymdale Tribe to return with me to my clan?"

At these words, a cold glint flashed in Elias Moretti’s eyes, and a mocking sneer spread across his lips. "Your tribe is beyond saving. Even if the healing-specialist Witch from the Oasis Tribe were resurrected, she wouldn’t be able to cure it."

He then narrowed his slit pupils, his fangs glinting faintly in the shadows. "Besides, your clan is under a plague’s curse. By asking the Grymdale Tribe’s Witch to go there, are you trying to drag him down with you to your grave?"

Thorne frowned. Looking at Lachlan’s empty eyes, he paused for a moment before letting out an almost inaudible sigh. "Lachlan, I can’t help you. Elias Moretti’s words may be harsh, but they’re the truth."

"As everyone knows, the plague is incurable..."

"Not to cure it," Lachlan suddenly interrupted Thorne.

He raised his hand, his rotting fingers gently stroking the bone knife at his waist. "To perform a ritual."

"Our tribe’s Witch is dead. We have no one to preside over the sacrificial ceremony, so we cannot worship the Beast God."

"We wish to perform the ritual of immolation, offering the flesh and blood of our entire clan, to pray for the Beast God to display His might and punish The Virago who brought this plague."

As his words fell, silence descended.

Elias Moretti gave Lachlan a silent glance, then quickly looked away, his gaze landing on Evangeline.

She stood motionless by Thorne’s side, her thoughts unreadable.

"Have you gone mad?!" Thorne’s pupils contracted violently as he stared at Lachlan in disbelief.

Lachlan tilted his head and suddenly let out a soft laugh. The smile on his cool, clean-cut face was pure, but his black-hole eyes were like The Abyss—chillingly cold. "Mad? I went mad the moment I met Evangeline."

After a pause, he added softly, "Weren’t you the same?"

Lachlan gazed quietly in Thorne’s direction. His tall frame seemed especially frail in the wind. The Bone Ornaments in his hair trembled in the breeze, chiming crisply against one another with a pleasant sound.

"Thorne, I have no other choice."

"Will you help me?"