Transmigrating to the BeastWorld,I Picked Up an Adorable BeastHusband!-Chapter 32: Who let a black type into the tribe?
Doudou’s voice screamed in Ningning’s head, sounding more frantic than she had ever heard it.
[Dumpling, get Weijie away from that man RIGHT NOW! He’s a saw-scaled viper, if even a drop of his venom gets into Weijie’s blood, he’s a dead man.]
Ningning’s blood turned to ice. She didn’t think; she reacted.
Her fingers clamped onto Weijie’s arm with a desperate, white-knuckled grip.
Weijie’s first instinct was to pull away, his pride was wounded, his territory had been breached, and he had words for this intruder that involved blood but when he felt Ningning tremble, he paused.
He looked down and saw the sheer, unadulterated terror in her eyes. It stopped him in his tracks.
Weijie stayed where he was, not taking another step. He held Ningning’s hand tightly before turning to the now growing crowd.
"Who let a black type into the tribe?"
Weijie demanded, his voice cutting through the air like a lash. "Papa, how can you be so careless? We do not let their kind near us. They bring death and chaos."
Deimos didn’t flinch at the insult.
Instead, he let out a soft, melodic chuckle that made the hair on the back of Ningning’s neck stand up.
His gaze slowly traveled away from Weijie, sliding over to Ningning with a predatory hunger.
He licked his lips, his smile spreading but it was a cold, hollow thing that didn’t reach his eyes.
Ningning shivered violently.
Every instinct in her soul was screaming danger, danger, run.
"Deimos is not a bad child..." Numa started, his voice weary, trying to play the peacemaker one last time.
Deimos?!
Ningning’s head snapped toward the black-scaled man. Her heart did a slow, heavy roll in her chest.
This man—this walking personification of a death sentence—was the one the system had been looking for?
[Ding! Ding!]
[Mission Complete: Locate Deimos. Good job, host. You found the villain... now try not to let him eat you.]
Deimos’s eyes locked onto Ningning’s, and for a terrifying second, she felt as if he could hear the System himself. He tilted his head, his smile widening just a fraction.
"So." Deimos murmured, his voice a silken caress that felt like a snake sliding over skin. "This is the little female I’ve heard so much about. No wonder you’re so protective, Weijie. She looks... delicious."
The temperature in the clearing seemed to plummet as Deimos’s words hung in the air, thick and cloying like the scent of rotting lilies.
The term "delicious" wasn’t just a compliment; it was a provocation, a jagged blade dragged across the throat of Weijie’s restraint.
For a heartbeat, there was a vacuum of sound. Then, the explosion came.
Weijie didn’t just move; he blurred.
The ground beneath his feet cracked as he lunged forward, his protective hold on Ningning replaced by a violent, protective fury.
He cleared the distance between himself and Deimos in a single, predatory leap. His hand, thick with muscle and fueled by a primal instinct to erase anything that dared look at his mate that way, shot out like a strike of lightning, catching Deimos by the throat.
The sound of the impact, the dull thud of flesh hitting flesh and the sharp crack of Deimos’s head snapping back echoed off the surrounding stone huts.
Weijie slammed the black-scaled man into a thick wooden support beam of the nearby communal hut. The wood groaned under the force, splinters flying like shrapnel.
"You speak her name again." Weijie hissed, his voice no longer human but a low, vibrating rattle that seemed to come from the very earth, "and I will tear the tongue from your mouth and feed it to the vultures before you can even bleed out."
Weijie’s pupils had narrowed into needle-thin slits, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, golden intensity.
His free hand curled into a fist, the tendons in his forearm standing out like iron cables.
The sheer physical presence he exerted was suffocating; even the Bear tribe warriors, accustomed to brute strength, took an instinctive step back.
This wasn’t the "cute" or "competitive" Weijie Ningning had teased moments ago. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
This was the Alpha of the Snake Tribe, a predator whose lethality was a legend whispered in the dark.
Deimos, despite being pinned and losing breath, didn’t struggle. His feet dangled inches off the ground, but his blue eyes remained wide, fixed on Ningning over Weijie’s shoulder.
He clawed weakly at Weijie’s wrist, but the smile, that horrific, mocking smile never left his face. It was as if he fed on the chaos he had ignited.
"Weijie, stop!" Numa shouted, his voice cracking with authority and fear. "He is a guest under my word! You cannot spill blood here, not while Jaren’s body is still warm!"
"He is not a guest!" Weijie roared, not turning his head. "He is a parasite! He stands over the body of our brother and licks his lips at my mate! How much more of his filth will you tolerate, Father?"
Ningning stood frozen, her hand still reaching out into the empty air where Weijie had just been.
Her heart was a frantic bird trapped in a cage.
The system’s warnings were still blaring in her mind, a relentless strobe light of panic.
[Doudou: Warning! Dumpling, look at his hands! Look at the viper’s hands!]
Ningning’s eyes darted down. Even as Deimos was being choked, his fingers were twitching in a rhythmic, deliberate pattern against Weijie’s arm.
She saw it then, a faint, iridescent shimmer on the tips of Deimos’s nails. It wasn’t just scales; it was a coating.
The saw-scaled viper didn’t need a bite to kill; a single scratch, a minor break in the skin, and the hemotoxic venom would begin its slow, agonizing work, liquefying Weijie’s insides until there was nothing left to save.
"Weijie, let him go!" Ningning screamed, her voice breaking the spell of the crowd’s shock.
She ran forward, ignoring the danger, and threw her arms around Weijie’s waist, pulling with all her might. "Weijie, please! Don’t touch him! He’s dangerous, he’s..he’s got something on him! Please, look at me!"
