My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Chapter 1067: Third Lady’s Curse

Making clothes is like being a person; different people suit different outfits.

The notebook of Yin Yang Life and Death Embroidery begins by teaching people how to read faces.

I’ve been to this wonton stall several times, but this is the first time I’m examining the owner’s face.

It’s just what the man said.

The owner’s wife died early, the eldest son carries the family burden heavily, and the younger son is frail and sickly.

But that man never looks people in the eye. When did he read the owner’s face? I never noticed.

The wonton-serving owner was taken aback, holding the steaming hot wontons in his hands.

He quickly placed the bowl on the stall, his expression serious, "Who are you? How do you know about my family affairs?"

"Who I am is none of your concern. If you want to avert disaster, I can help you." The man lowered his eyelids, fiddling with the Begonia Hairpin on my head.

That’s how he is, his hands are always restless.

He likes to feel around on me for something, just to feel comfortable.

The owner hit a sore spot, his expression exceedingly grim, and he skeptically eyed the man, "You wouldn’t be saying you’ll help me avoid disaster just to skip paying for this meal, would you?"

"It’s for everyone present!" The man spoke with an oppressive authority, allowing no dissent.

The owner sneered, "Dreaming in broad daylight, why don’t you fly to heaven?"

"Heaven?" The man scratched his chin, suddenly falling into inexplicable contemplation, thinking about something unknown.

The owner exploded, "Pay up and leave, if you want a free meal go to a big restaurant, there’s no need to scam a poor man like me."

"Tomorrow is the Third Lady’s Curse; your eldest son will face catastrophe, believe it or not." The man dropped this statement and whispered in my ear, "My dear, help me settle everyone’s bill."

"Are we...just going to leave like this?" I asked uncertainly, a bit surprised the man gave up so easily.

At this point, I’m not worried about the money but concerned about the wonton stall owner’s family.

What this guy said about the owner having a curse that harms his wife and children is really not just a boast.

Many people have seen the Third Lady’s Curse on the calendar, but they don’t know its origins.

It was a woman who offended the Matchmaker God, having no good marriage, cursing the people.

Typically, couples are often apart, or one is widowed, with few offspring.

This day is unsuitable for marriage, and people with weak destinies will suffer.

It’s specifically targeting people like the wonton stall owner with such a destiny.

The wife has already died because of him, that’s not included.

On the day of the Third Lady’s Curse, the eldest son seems to have a risk similar to a car accident.

If the eldest son is in trouble, the younger son will lose his source of bone marrow.

Just fulfilling this person’s destiny, his family is cursed, leaving him alone.

This is called the Butcher’s Stools Destiny, a Heaven’s Killing Lone Star.

But people’s fate is fluid; if they meet a noble person in life, they can find a way to break the situation.

The man, cold-hearted, hooked my chin with his fingers, and asked with a smile, "What? Are you getting soft-hearted? They already see us as frauds."

"It’s not that you charge too much, not being a fraud would be strange." I’ve lost my temper enough to not care about offending him, rolling my eyes.

The phone scanned the QR code, resignedly asking the wonton stall owner, "What’s the total for everyone’s meal?"

The owner seemed surprised that we would keep our promise, his expression stunned.

Then he took out a calculator and pressed it quickly.

This is just a snack stall, no matter how busy the business is.

Everything added up, it’s actually only about three hundred bucks.

My mood was slightly heavy, I paid quickly and didn’t feel distressed.

Thinking about it, the store owner sees us as frauds now.

Forcibly teaching him the way to break the situation might cause criticism and incidents.

Should I make a Peace Pouch and find an opportunity to give it to the store owner’s son before tomorrow??

But, this destiny is too dangerous.

A Peace Pouch sewn with a few strands of silk might just be a drop in the ocean.

It might save a life on the day of the Third Lady’s Curse but can’t guarantee future events...

At the store’s entrance, the man clicked his tongue and his deep voice sounded behind me, "I want to fly, and take a trip to heaven."