The Snake King's life story was even more pitiful than Fang Yan had guessed.
He has no idea who his parents are and has been living in a rural welfare home since he can remember.
There were many children in the orphanage, most of whom were abandoned by their parents with various problems and disabilities like him. It was only when he was there that he did not encounter discrimination and ridicule - at least not among his peers.
However, they had to endure the beatings from the director, a fat middle-aged woman who would speak to outsiders with a kind look and a cheerful voice, with a smile on her fat face, and would even personally help them wipe the rice grains from the corners of their mouths.
However, when those kind donors or college students who used their spare time to show their love left, she changed into a different face, beating them or scolding them harshly. Many children did not resist because they did not know what resistance was. They were stupid and their brains could not react at all. Two of them could not even cry. No matter how you beat or scold them, they just stood there and looked at you with a silly smile, drooling on their chests without wiping it off -
The younger sister is not Shejun's biological sister, but also an adopted child of the welfare home. She is dark and thin, and her name is Xiao Douya. Once, when the director was beating Xiao Douya with a feather duster, Shejun knocked the director over from behind. The director and his dark and fat husband shouted that they would throw them into the pond and drown them. From then on, the two of them began their life of escape----
Fortunately, there were many strange people in Xiangxi, and Snake King was found and adopted by his master, the one-eyed monk. Xiao Douya also had a place to stay.
The one-eyed hermit treated the Snake King badly, but not badly either. Most importantly, he taught him all his snake-controlling skills. He thought the Snake King was a genius.
The first time Snake heard the word genius was from his master. He never thought that someone would think he was a genius.
When Snake King was a teenager, the one-eyed hermit left and never came back. So, Snake King only had his sister as a relative in the world and the poisonous creatures he raised.
If he didn't have a sister, no one would care that he was alive, and no one would know that he was dead. He had been in this world, but many people didn't know that he existed. He was just like those big trees or stones, or a green snake - he would not leave any memory in people's minds.
"I will live only if my sister is alive." The Snake King said. "If my sister dies, I will never live alone. So, I want to make this deal with you - only if I live, I will have a chance to save my sister."
Fang Yan looked at the triangular eyes of the Snake King lying on the deck and said, "In that case-----I might as well kill you. When they know you're dead, they'll kill your sister too. Then you two can still be together. Isn't that great?"
"-------" Snake King was choked and speechless again.
"I don't care how pitiful you are, nor do I care how much you love your sister. You killed me twice, so I will kill you twice. If I can do it." Fang Yan said coldly. "Of course, you might as well tell me the content of your deal. If I happen to be interested, maybe you can save your life. In my eyes, your life is worthless, but because you killed me, I want to kill you, which is worth a million dollars. So, if the conditions you offer are not tempting enough for me, the deal fails."
"Do you want a snake slave?" the Snake King hissed.
"Snake slave?" Fang Yan was stunned. He stared at the Snake King with burning eyes and said, "Are you willing to be my snake slave?"
There is a record of the Snake King in the "Bai Shi Jing Lun": He was born in Xiangxi, the king of snakes. He passed on the torch, and a new one was established after his death.
When the old snake king dies, a new snake king will be born. If they are willing to respect humans as their master, humans will have a general who can drive all insects.
Unfortunately, there is no detailed description of how to make a snake king become a snake slave. This must be the secret of the snake king clan.
"Yes." The Snake King said firmly. "Because I want to live, I want to save my sister. As long as my sister is alive, I am willing to work like a slave for you, to be a bloodthirsty beast that kills, burns, and tears apart your enemies. If my sister dies, then I will explode and die to accompany my sister. The great Snake King will not accept any human's command. This is a choice that goes against his nature."
Fang Yan's feet exerted force, which made the Snake King mistakenly believe that his head was about to separate from his lower body.
Fang Yan said with disdain, "Bullshit Snake King. Just because you can play with a few snakes and raise a few toads, you are the king of snakes? You were stepped on by me and your life was in danger, but your people didn't come to save you? Don't think you are so important. You are just an ugly monster who plays with snakes. What? You don't like what I say? Are you angry? You want to kill people? You want blood to explode? Come on, be angry! Kill people! Blood to explode!"
The Snake King's chest heaved violently, and a whirring sound came out of his mouth and in.
"You are greedy, cunning, vicious, and fickle. You can't trust your words. You have a strong sense of self-esteem, so other people's lives are not precious? You kill people at will, and you can't stand it when others call you ugly? Who do you think you are? I can kill you with just a lift of my foot. It's no different from stepping on an ant."
"Kill me. Kill me now-----" the Snake King shouted cruelly. The Snake King was impatient and could not stand such humiliation and insult.
"Look, I have the final say on whether to kill you or not." Fang Yan sneered. "Now you know you are not that important, right? You are just begging me to spare your life, don't even talk about trading with me. What qualifications do you have to trade with me?"
"------"
"Tell me about it." Fang Yan's voice softened a little. "How do you become my snake slave?"
The snake king hesitated for a moment, but still said: "I am willing to serve you as my master and obey your orders until death----"
"I don't believe in promises. At least I won't believe your words." Fang Yan said. "You came all the way to kill a stranger like me in order to save your sister. If I let you go now, maybe you can't save your sister, and you will follow their orders and come back to kill me. Will I do such a stupid thing?"
The Snake King's expression kept changing, and he finally gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to swear an oath with blood."
"Blood oath? Swear by blood? No thanks, it's better not to splash your dirty blood on my clothes-----"
"I'll give you the Snake Eye." said the Snake King.
"Snake Eye?" Fang Yan was delighted, but he said calmly, "What is that? Tell me. If it's not good, this deal will be ruined. I don't have that much patience to accompany you here and grind my teeth."
"Give me some strength." said the Snake King.
Fang Yan's toes loosened slightly, and the Snake King gained half of the strength in his body.
His hands could move, his feet could move, and his head could move.
However, all these movements were under Fang Yan's control. He knew that if he showed any resistance, he would be struck by lightning. Just one strike would be enough. He would die after one strike.
The Snake King took off the black iron gloves on his fingers, then suddenly stretched out his claws and dug out his left eyeball with one claw.
A bloody mess!
Blood splatters!
The Snake King took out a cowhide naan from his arms and put his eyeball into the bag. He handed the blood-stained belt to Fang Yan and said, "This is the Snake Eye that I have practiced for twenty years. Now, I am your real snake slave - the power of life and death is completely in your hands. If you are dissatisfied with me, I will be devoured by poisonous blood. If you crush the eyeball in the bag, no matter how far away you are, I will die on the spot."
Fang Yan took the bag and weighed it in his palm. He said, "Why should I believe you? What if I let you go and you run away in a blink of an eye? You said this is the Snake's Eye, right? If I crush it and you don't die, then I will lose a lot. It's a good deal for you to exchange an eyeball for a life----"
A red hole made of red flesh appeared in the Snake King's left eye, and black blood was still oozing out of the black hole.
Therefore, when he was angry, his face became even more ferocious, and the black blood flowed even more happily.
His face was covered in blood, and even on the deck there were pools of blood.
His body was shaking violently and he was so angry that he couldn't even speak.
"I'm already like this - I'm already like this - why don't you believe me?" The Snake King's eyes were bleeding, and his heart was bleeding too.
He felt so wronged that he wanted to cry.
You just said that others are greedy and cunning. How can you have the nerve to say such things
"How many snake eyes do you have?" Fang Yan asked.
"One." The Snake King gritted his teeth and said. His teeth were clattering, and he felt that he was about to bite the black teeth to pieces. "All Snake Kings have only one Snake Eye, and they can only practice this one----"
At first he didn't understand why his master was a one-eyed monk, but later he realized that his master was also someone else's snake slave. But he still doesn't know who the master was who could tame his master.
The snake eye is like the dragon ball in the legend. Of course, the dragon ball is hidden in the belly, and the useless little snakes can only train one of their eyes into a bead. This is their natal bead, and if the bead is broken, they will die.
Of course, Fang Yan didn’t know what effect this bead had.
Fang Yan had just looked at it and found that the Snake King's Snake Eye had already shown signs of crystallization, proving that he had indeed spent decades refining it. If he dug this thing out and gave it to Fang Yan, it would be equivalent to destroying his own cultivation.
Fang Yan sighed softly and said regretfully: "It would be better if there were two. We could crush one first and do an experiment-----" (To be continued)