Chapter 3: The Psychic Snake

In this way, Zhao Wushuang's body will be nourished by this mysterious warm current at all times, and it will slowly become stronger and stronger.

What he didn't know was that maybe it was because the snake he crossed through and was reborn was originally born with a different species, or maybe it was because he had a human soul, and by all kinds of coincidences, this strange poisonous snake actually activated some mysterious bloodline remaining in his body and produced evolution!

It's just that the current Zhao Wushuang doesn't know yet. I'm just glad I don't feel hungry anymore...... Then he fell into a deep sleep, exhausted.

This time, I don't know how many hours I slept. Every time he woke up, Zhao Wushuang found that he had actually shed another layer of skin, and his body seemed to have grown again. And during this period, maybe there was something in the Guangdong Sailor Yamen, or he went to serve his father, in short, Yang Ye did not come to see Zhao Wushuang again. It seems that he really planned to starve him for three days......

However, since there was no longer a feeling of hunger for the time being, Zhao Wushuang didn't bother to care about anything else. And since the mutation of the scales at that seven inches, I seem to like to sleep.

Three days passed. Zhao Wushuang shed a lot of snake skin, and his body grew a lot thicker. Finally, in a molt, there was a click, and the snake cage was directly broken. Finely sharded bamboo shards crackled and splashed around, and grass clippings flew everywhere.

Zhao Wushuang's thick snake body fell to the ground with a snap, and he felt the cold touch of the ground.

"His grandmother's! Finally came out of this aggrieved and dying-dead ghost place. Yang Ye, this guy is really sincere, and if he says that he will be hungry for three days, he will be really hungry for three days. What should I do if I want to hang up? ”

He grumbled as he wriggled his thick snake body, adjusting to his body. Although it has been reborn as a venomous snake for several days, it has not really felt this different body from a human due to the small size of the cage.

Alright, Flashman. Oh no, it's a flash snake.

Zhao Wushuang thought in his heart, and as soon as the snake's body shook, he was ready to slip away. Unexpectedly, there was a creak, and the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open at this time. Yang Ye walked in. Just in time to see that he wanted to escape.

It's a dog! Why are you so unlucky?

Zhao Wushuang felt that he was really unlucky to get home. In fact, if he really wanted to escape, with his current body size of more than two meters and the thickness of a child's arm, he would have a chance to escape if he really used the wisdom of human beings to exert his ability as a poisonous snake. However, seeing Yang Ye's filial piety to his father, he couldn't bear it.

Therefore, when he saw Yang Ye appear, he just thought he was unlucky, but he didn't think about biting him to death and then running away.

"Are you...... Brother Snake I caught? ”

Yang Ye was obviously a little surprised by Zhao Wushuang's current size, a little incredulous, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Grass! Isn't it obvious that you're paralyzed? Are there any other snakes that are stupid enough to burrow into your yard to play? Zhao Wushuang secretly thought angrily in his heart, and even his body subconsciously stood up, and his mouth hissed. This is a sign before a venomous snake attack.

Yang Ye was so frightened that he hurriedly took a few steps back, as if he was ready to run away at any time, but he still didn't give up: "Brother Snake, don't be like this, it's good to have something to say." I've only come to ask for a bowl of venom to cure my father's strange illness, and if you're willing to give it to me, I'll give you three live chickens and one pig afterwards to compensate you for all this time. The old people in the family say that snakes are psychic, can you understand what I say? ”

These words were also sincere, which made Zhao Wushuang a little moved. Think about it, the indifferent modern age before he crossed over, he was still able to catch and rob bag thieves for people he didn't know. This in itself shows that he is a hot-blooded young man full of a sense of justice.

Okay, okay, I'm scared of you. Standing stupidly doing chicken feathers, why don't you bring a bowl soon? He lay the head of the snake on the ground, and changed from an attacking state to a docile one.

Yang Ye was overjoyed when he saw this, and only felt that this strange poisonous snake he had caught was really psychic, so he hurriedly put a broken bowl in front of Zhao Wushuang.

"The grass, even the bowl is so broken, it's really sour." He muttered discontent in his heart as he moved his two-meter-long snake body and swam to the bowl. Stick out your head, hold the venom gland close to the edge of the bowl, and control the squeezing out drops of venom.

The venom was as black as ink, and when it fell into the bowl, it actually made a sizzling sound, which was very terrifying. Zao Woushuang even wondered if his venom would corrode the bowl. Can this be used as medicine to save people? Shouldn't you play Yang Ye's stupid boy and his father to death?

After contributing the venom, Zhao Wushuang looked a little tired. Glaring back at Yang Ye, he found a dry haystack and swam over to rest.

I have to say that Yang Ye, this kid, is indeed trustworthy, and he happily went out with the bowl of venom, and Zhao Wushuang could still hear him talking to himself excitedly.

"Great, my father is saved! If you smash the pot and sell iron, you have to buy some good rations for this humane snake brother......"

When the three big roosters were placed in front of Zhao Wushuang, the bloodthirsty factor in his body was instantly activated, plus he starved for three days. Zhao Wushuang's eating appearance was obviously a little uncivilized, which made Yang Ye a little frightened, but after all, he couldn't help but run away.

"Brother Snake, are you satisfied?"

Zhao Wushuang nodded at him contentedly. Yang Ye was overjoyed, and once again confirmed that he was a spirit snake with human nature. After thanking him, he planned to let it go.

However, at this time, Zhao Wushuang did not plan to leave. Although he is a poisonous snake, he is still a human soul after all, and he feels uncomfortable when he thinks about the situation in the deep mountains and old forests, so it is better to live in this bitter sailor's house that is not bad for him. Familiarize yourself with your new body.

So, for the next month, Zhao Wushuang stayed at Yang Ye's house. Feel the strange energy in your body, and become familiar with life as a poisonous snake.

Yang Ye almost regarded him as a life-saving benefactor, serving him with good food and drink every day, lest he neglect it. Zao's range of movement was not limited to the backyard, sometimes he crawled into the living room, ran along the pillars to the beams and wrapped there.

At first, the only maid in the family was frightened, but later he got used to its existence. Even used it as a house snake.

When he was really bored, one night, Zhao Wushuang sneaked out and wanted to go out for a walk.

In the early 19th century, the city of Guangzhou was not as prosperous as later generations, and at night there were people in addition to some core areas. Most of the places were dilapidated and gloomy, and Zao Wou-shuang's thick snake body was very comfortable crawling through the empty streets.

Squeak squeak.

There were rats on the side of the street calling and running by, which made Zhao Wushuang subconsciously twist his body and wanted to chase after him, but the reason that belonged to human beings was controlled again.

Damn it! I can tolerate everything else, but rats still can't eat it. I'm so human.

It didn't take long for Zao Woushuang to be on the edge of the city. There are fewer and fewer buildings around, and there are already many ruins and overgrown grass. In the distance, he actually saw a temple not far ahead, and there were many lanterns hanging in front of him, which seemed to be dedicated to some god or something.