My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1068: Are You Trying to Get My Whole Family Killed?

"You don’t have an ID, you can’t take that thing." I said without thinking.

It’s not just because he doesn’t have an ID.

This guy wouldn’t even pass security...

Imagine during the security check, a traveler shows up on the screen.

With a snake tail below the waist.

Who are you planning to scare to death?

The man wasn’t discouraged and sighed thoughtfully, "I see~"

"Wait, I... I want to ask you, is there a solution to what you were talking about?" At this mont, a young man in a black rubber apron who had been quietly washing dishes at the stall rushed over to stop us.

I imdiately stopped in my tracks, "We told you, will you listen?"

"I’ll listen, I definitely will." The young man was desperate, sweating profusely on his forehead, "Let add you on WeChat, whatever money you transfer, I’ll give it back to you."

When it cos to other people’s business, everyone can remain indifferent.

Once it’s your own issue, even if you might be deceived, you can’t help but care.

Especially when it concerns life and death.

"No need to pay now, when it works, refund the transfer to my wife." The man half-closed his phoenix eyes.

The young man was a bit startled by the invisible kingly aura of the man and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I’ll definitely follow your... wait, you... you’re a man?"

"Don’t I look like one?" The man, with a ponytail, dressed in a White Gauze long dress, with a face as pure and charming as a maiden’s, admitted his masculinity with confidence, "Your family lives in a bungalow, right?"

"Yes, my family lives in the suburbs, in a place that hasn’t been demolished yet, that house is forty or fifty years old." The young man’s mind was in chaos due to the life-threatening situation, and he babbled about his ho, "Is the problem in my bungalow? Is the feng shui of the house really bad? I heard it was a chemical plant in the olden days, I want to move out of the house, but we’re too poor..."

The man listened and gradually got drowsy, yawning while leaning slantingly against an electric pole.

The young man, seeing the man’s sleepy deanor, asked nervously, "Am I saying too much? Please, just tell , I won’t say another word."

"I’m exhausted." The man yawned again, bored and looking as if he hadn’t slept in several nights, "The feng shui of your ho doesn’t matter; I’m just planning to improve your father’s fierce life pattern by feng shui. When you get ho, knock down the wall in the Qian position and replace it with a screen."

"Which direction is the Qian position?" By the look of it, the young man clearly ca from a rather impoverished family and had to take care of his younger brother, with not much education.

I whispered, "This is common knowledge; you can find it easily on the internet."

"You two scamrs are still here? And now you’re trying to scam my son?" The stall owner waved a ladle for scooping wontons, furiously confronting us, "The Qian position is the main position of a house; destroying it carelessly is a big taboo in feng shui; are you trying to get us all killed?"

"Damn, do I know you? What’s the benefit of getting you killed?" The man’s roguish gaze swept over.

The stall owner stiffened, then unexpectedly fell straight down like a statue.

Fortunately, his eldest son reacted quickly, catching him with swift hands, "Dad, Dad, what happened to you?"

If he hadn’t caught him, the owner’s head would have hit the ground, and the consequences would be unthinkable.

"What did you do to him? What kind of Art is this? You’re a king, what are you doing to ordinary people?" I watched as the stall owner’s pupils dilated, fell into a rigid trance, completely motionless, unable to discern what Art it was.

I had no idea how to undo it; the move indeed resembled the Ancient Greek myth where dusa petrified people with her gaze.

The man frowned, coughing lightly, "Cough, humans, such a hassle."