My Demon Husband Is Chapter 592: I Just Didn't Climb Steadily

"The Spider Mark on Master Yang's face is a type of rebounding Curse Technique?"

As my words fell, heavy and distinct.

Vapors of black qi began to emit from the cloaked man's body, his lips curling to the position of his ears, "The Spider Spirit Curse is a secret technique of my sect. You actually know of it? I underestimated you!"

The man's mouth was truly wide, filled with ghastly white teeth.

It was frightening to behold, like a monster that eats children.

No wonder he wore a cloak over his face; he must be extraordinarily ugly.

"I don't recognize the Spider Spirit Curse. I am rely not as you anticipated, relying on so Mysterious Art to kill the innocent," I replied.

Without hesitation, I took off the hairpin stuck in my hair, and my strands of hair fell loose, gently fluttering in the indoor draft.

At this mont, a chill seeped into my heart. Although I had never heard of the Spider Spirit Curse,

I was certain that this man intended for Master Yang to attack , convincing himself that I would then kill Master Yang, only to be killed in turn by the Spider Spirit Curse's rebound.

The cloaked man laughed ominously, unconcerned, "It's all the sa in the end. I had two plans in place: either you die under the Spider Spirit Curse, or you co to Zhuji Village to et your demise."

At this mont, incessant insect chirps could be heard from the sleeves of the man's clothes, and black threads, finer than hair.

Slithered from his sleeves like snakes, andering across the floor towards .

"It can only be said that you people from Ten Thousand Poison Hall are too arrogant," I retorted, pulling out a pottery jar from my Miao Embroidery bag and opening it in an instant.

Pure white cold air shot vertically from the jar, and frost instantly spread from the ceiling to the walls, "Who dies is not yet certain."

The frost from the walls reached the floor, those deadly black spider threads.

Were instantly frozen, then shattered.

"Ice… Ice Silkworm Gu." The man's voice perated with imnse fear,

At the sa ti, silken threads filled his sleeves entirely.

The threads ford a giant arrow and charged toward , heedlessly aiming to pierce my body.

I flicked my finger against the pottery jar, producing a crisp sound, and spoke to the Ice Silkworm Gu, "Help , and I shall fulfill your wish to return to the Kunlun Snow Mountain."

"Using

to deal with such riffraff is like using a Green Dragon Crescent Blade to shave your head. What's the difference?" ca a lazy voice from within the jar,

A pale blue Little Fatty, too chubby to crawl properly, strained to climb to the mouth of the jar.

But it was too fat; the suckers on its body did not adhere well.

With a clang, it fell back into the jar.

My heart skipped a beat. Big brother, have you been inactive for too long?

So much so that even climbing out of a jar could put your back out?

Even the cloaked man stumbled in disbelief, "Can Ice Silkworm Gu be this useless? A fake or knockoff?"

"It's you who's the knockoff. Your whole family is knockoff," retorted the Ice Silkworm Gu.

Having regained its composure, Little Fatty twisted its body and climbed out again.

This ti, its air of sluggish weightiness suddenly intensified.

Standing tall and formidable like a snow-capped mountain, it appeared suddenly within the room.

Exhaling a breath of cold that surpassed the freezing point by countless degrees, it froze all the silken threads, "I just didn't climb steadily."

I have to say, sotis my luck is quite good. With Xiao Li and Beichen returning to their hotown in Z city, the Ice Silkworm Gu was left in my care, and I was to make them a Combined Silk Garnt.

Talisman paper and Yin Yang Embroidery are powerless against Gu Art.

The only thing that can contend with a gu is another gu.

Coming to Zhuji Village, infested with Spider Gu, without bringing a gu is akin to a lamb walking into a tiger's den.

Xiao Honghong was seriously injured and sleeping; before coming here, I had communicated with the Ice Silkworm Gu and reached an agreent for a short-term collaboration.

"How did you manage to foster two Mother Gus at the sa ti, Su Wan? What exactly did you do?" the man exclaid, trapped and cornered, as frost ford on his clothing and the hood that covered his face sprang open, revealing a long slit that split open between his eyebrows.