My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Chapter 1118: Strange Happenings in the Ghost City of Youdu

This old lady... she looks a bit familiar...

She resembles a portrait from the coffin shop we passed just now, but I can’t be entirely sure.

However, the scent of burial soil on her is undeniably strong.

It’s as if she’s just crawled out from an old grave, her pointed nails filled with black mud.

"I’m not going, I’m waiting for someone here." My palms are sweating as I tightly grip the can of Eight-Treasure Congee.

Just like how dogs are particularly drawn to people who fear them, the more scared I am of her, the more excited she seems in her bones.

The old lady grabbed my wrist and proceeded to pull me in one direction, with such force that I feared she might break my bones. "Having met me, whether you want to go or not, you have to go with me."

"Do you want to invite my daughter-in-law to drink soup? Take me along with you?" Just then, a sudden kick sent the old gray-haired woman flying.

It was Qing Li, who somewhere changed into a men’s suit, lifted her long leg and kicked the old lady, her long hair neatly tied in a ponytail.

Her facial features were sharp, and with a bit of foundation, she looked like a handsome young man.

I looked at the old lady on the ground, her coccyx hitting the ground; tighter than when she entangled me earlier.

Even though I’m scared of monsters, it’s a matter of a flick of the wrist to eliminate them.

But if this old lady is pulling a scam, I and Qing Li would have to pay up and end up in jail...

However, in the blink of an eye, the old lady vanished.

A pile of ash appeared on the ground, quickly dispersed by the wind.

Qing Li squinted and took the Eight-Treasure Congee from my hand, "In the streets of Fengdu, don’t talk to strangers."

"I didn’t talk to her, she insisted on taking me away, I was almost scared to death just now." I spoke fearfully, still shaken by the recent events.

Qing Li opened the can of Eight-Treasure Congee and pasted a red paper onto the porridge.

She lowered her usual pride and sincerely clasped her hands in prayer, "Invite the spirits to dine."

"Madam, should I join in the prayer?" I asked Qing Li.

Qing Li glanced back without responding.

However, from her cold gaze, it was clear that I had to pray.

I obediently bowed in front of the shrine behind the Eight-Treasure Congee, "Invite the spirits to dine."

This place is truly sinister, to display an Evil God right on the streets.

Even experts like Qing Li, upon encountering them, must adhere to the rules.

Offering a meal to invite the spirits, honoring the Evil God in prayer.

Oddly enough, after we respectfully invited the Evil God to dine,

When we left, we weren’t obstructed.

This is likely due to paying a protection fee.

Along the way, Qing Li and I smoothly arrived at a small riverside.

By the small river was a solitary boatman on a raft, dressed in a cape and cloak that obscured his appearance, wearing a black mask.

I found it rather scary but dared not speak it aloud.

If this is the custom for the boatman, then revealing his true face might be forbidden?

If I casually mentioned it, offending him might mean we couldn’t board the boat.

"Where to?" The boatman spoke in a suppressed, raspy voice.

For some reason, I felt something eerie about the boatman but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.

Qing Li smiled gracefully, "To the other side."

"Haha, Madam likes to jest, this river at most leads through caverns, I’ll take you into the dark river, but I won’t go further." The boatman took the gourd from his waist, drank some wine inside, and set the boat in motion.

The currents were exceptionally turbulent, and after a few hours, the raft entered a cavern.

Upon entering the cavern, the water began to gather Yin energy, causing the raft to inexplicably become heavier.

When I looked down closely, it seemed as if many floating corpses were gathering beneath the raft, and before I could verify it clearly.

Suddenly, a white, bloated hand emerged from the water and grasped the bamboo on the side of the raft, crushing it entirely...