He seemed not to have seen sunlight in ages. Even the golden light from the Apotropaic Coins felt dazzling to him now, making it difficult to open his eyes.
"Young fellow, could you put out that light of yours?" His tone held a hint of pleading. "It's so dazzling that these old eyes of mine can't open."
At his words, Cui Jiuyang's heart stirred, and he gradually began to notice something amiss.
Although the demonic qi emanating from this man was so dense it made his heart quail... his human body had not been conjured from demonic power. Instead, it seemed more like a genuine human body!
Was he a human demon too?
But he didn't look like one...
The demonic qi of Dao Xiaobai, Zhang Xiao'er, and even Old Farmer Xu from before had all carried the impurities and viciousness of their respective professions.
Yet the demonic qi of this old man was terrifyingly pure—the purest Snake Demons qi!
Even from seven or eight paces away, wisps of that bone-chilling demonic snake aura, bearing a sickly sweet, fishy scent, still washed over Cui Jiuyang's face, raising a fine layer of goosebumps on his skin.
Doubts crowded Cui Jiuyang's mind, but he still did as asked, trying to rein in some of his surging spiritual power.
The light of the Apotropaic Coins overhead immediately dimmed considerably, becoming much softer.
The old man squinted for quite some time to adjust before slowly lowering the hand shielding his eyes.
He looked Cui Jiuyang up and down and said, "Young fellow, what fine magic. One look tells me you're a cultivator of no ordinary background. You've been shielding that bottle behind you, whether deliberately or otherwise. What, is the little white snake imprisoned inside your wife?"
Cui Jiuyang still could not fathom this