My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Chapter 1110: Inquiring About the Nether Pond

I mustered up the courage to ask Lin Huan about ways to enter the Nether Pond.

I didn’t expect Lin Huan to suddenly rebuke me, "Why are you asking this? Are you also possessed by a ghost and want to raise a Corpse Gu?"

"No, Grandpa, you misunderstood. I’m not asking this to raise a Corpse Gu." I was inexplicably scolded, completely unprepared, and hurriedly denied it.

Yet Lin Huan didn’t believe me, "If it’s not for raising a Corpse Gu, then why are you asking? I just know you met the Old Man Yan from Tianying Village. It’s never a good thing. Did he tempt you into raising gu?"

"It’s truly not the case. I have both the Ice Silkworm Gu and the Centipede Gu; aren’t they strong enough? Do I still need the troublesome and sinister Corpse Gu around?" I felt wronged by Lin Huan, both aggrieved and anxious.

Luckily Lin Huan was worried about me at first, but he slowly calmed down, "I’m relieved you’re not thinking about raising a Corpse Gu. I don’t know the way into the Nether Pond, but Granny Long might know."

"Do you have a way to contact Granny Long?" Though I felt a bit dejected upon hearing Lin Huan didn’t know the location of the Nether Pond, learning that Granny Long might know lifted my spirits.

Lin Huan replied, "She doesn’t have a cell phone, anyone looking for her must go to the Corpse-Driving Inn."

"Like that, huh..." I immediately felt the urge to go to Western Hunan, and said over the phone, "Grandpa, I still have some matters to attend to. Let’s not chat for now, take care of yourself."

"Hey, did you call just to ask about the Nether Pond? You didn’t even mention my grandson’s condition. When are you bringing him for me to see, hey..." Under pressure, I hung up the phone, afraid he would ask further about my reason for inquiring about the Nether Pond, which would inevitably lead to more lies.

Furthermore, I truly missed Dumpling deep down, but this longing couldn’t convert into motivation.

It just tightly bound a loving mother’s heart, wanting to focus on one thing meant trying to set aside the longing for Dumpling, doing my best not to think about everything related to him.

Dumpling, if mom can save your dad, she’ll come find you right away.

I’m sorry, my little treasure~

I apologized in my heart, thinking and trying to call Zhang Zidao.

He said he’d wake up soon before entering meditation, but really, afterward, every time I contacted him, I couldn’t reach him.

It really seemed like a thorough old meditation, with no set waking time.

This time when I tried to contact him, sure enough, he didn’t answer calls or respond to messages.

In the end, my only option was to go to Western Hunan to find Granny Long.

I planned to go back to my room, pack some clothes, and head out, when a well-experienced person popped into my head.

After some hesitation, I still pressed dial.

"Hello, Uncle Che? It’s Wanwan, am I bothering you?" I said shyly as the phone connected.

Uncle Che’s rich voice came through, "No, how’s your hand seals practice going?"

"Just so-so, I seem to have an underdeveloped cerebellum, my hands are too slow." I chuckled dryly, then asked, "How’s my mom doing?"

"Hey, is it a young Zhang Family member calling you? It’s the first time I’ve seen you concerned about someone else’s studies." My mom’s familiar voice sounded from the phone; she was asking Uncle Che.

Uncle Che’s voice suddenly seemed to have bright colors in its usual gray, white, and black monotony, "It’s Wanwan calling, asking me about your situation. Do you want to take the call?"

"No need, she didn’t call me; she must be calling you for something. Quickly ask if she’s encountering any difficulties." No mother in the world doesn’t consider their children; hearing Uncle Che’s words, my mom was more worried I was facing difficulties.

She completely didn’t mind that I hadn’t called her but had called Uncle Che instead.