Uncover the mystery of ghost marriage in Snake Village: Snake Wife

"Tattoos?" Alan didn't answer, but gently lifted up his pajamas that had been mopping the floor, revealing his white ankles, slender outlines, so white that it penetrated, and the blue meridian climbed from the instep to the calf and gradually disappeared.

Looking at the pale ankle, Fang Jun nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, that's nothing, you should go to rest earlier."

Fang Jun himself felt a little surprised to be able to concentrate on listening to this seemingly absurd story with an unknown fear. At this moment, with the sound of the door slowly closing, Fang Jun was left alone in the whole study.

Fang Jun got up and extinguished the candles on the table, and suddenly found something like a piece of iron on the ground. Presumably, Alan walked in a hurry just now, and he was very tired after staying up all night.

"Ah..." The movement of bending over pulled the wound on his back again.

The wound seemed to be getting better, it was just the most common burn. Shen Ru, who ran out of the snake den at the same time, had already healed the wound, but she still didn't get better. At this moment, if you judge by the health , it seems a bit far-fetched.

I have noticed the movement of the wound more than once. The first time I used the new medicine left by Shen Ru, I saw with my own eyes in the mirror that the wounds were like worms slowly gathering in the middle of my firm body through the skin.

I was afraid before, but once or twice, Fang Jun seemed to get used to it. On the surface, he attributed this phenomenon to a sign of wound healing, but in reality, he didn't know what to do, so he didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

Fang Jun straightened up enduring the pain, put away the candles, went to the bedroom, took out the potion and walked towards the bathroom.

The clock ticked non-stop, but the silence in the room made the sound amplified infinitely. Every step of the second hand's movement was like the beating of the pulse, which made the heart tense.

The story that Alan just told was told by Father Wangfu.

The disgraceful past of my mother is all hearsay. Ever since I can remember, my mother has become a lunatic, sitting at the entrance of the village day and night expecting something, but I don’t know what happened until now. .

Presumably, it has been more than ten years since my mother passed away, and those dusty memories and secrets that will never be told have all disappeared with a handful of loess.

However, how true or false is what Wang Fu's father said to him?

When I was a child, I was often looked down upon by other people in the village, and I smiled at myself on the surface, but in fact, Alan could see all the fear and fear in the eyes of those villagers.

The village rumored that he was a snake species, and he didn't believe it back then, but since leaving the village this time and living in the snake den for so long, Alan has long doubted his identity.

Looking at the darkness outside the window, Alan couldn't help asking himself, "If I'm really a snake, then is the story that Wangfu's father told me true or false? Bizarre legend, could it be my real life..."

True or false, dream and fantasy, Alan thought of Fang Jun again, is he really the one he was looking for in his dream and ordered him?And why did he want to look at my ankle just now?

"I have to look at his back before making a conclusion." Alan nodded after deliberating, and walked out of the room barefoot.

Thump, thump, stirrup.

"Brother Fang, are you there?" Alan moved to the door and whispered through the crack of the door, but all he got was a deathly silence.In the dark corridor, the longer the time gap between the question and the answer, the more frightening it is. Alan was taken aback, "Is there no one, or is he already asleep?"

turn around.

Alan's eyes locked on the corner of the first floor, and a beam of warm light came out through the crack of the door...