My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Chapter 1119: Corpse Sturgeon

"Circle of Heaven and Earth, Nine Sections of the Decree, one talisman released, ten thousand ghosts to hide away, urgently like a decree." Using a fire charm could easily damage the raft, so I directly pulled out a Three Purities Edict to exorcise evil.

The talisman, imbued with powerful Spiritual Power, was thrown out and stuck to the back of that human hand, igniting naturally without fire.

The pale hand, along with the arm and the corpse below, all turned into pus and sank down.

But with this move, the other corpses below became even more frantic.

They scrambled to climb onto the raft, and I could only reach into my bag for more talisman paper.

Just as I was about to take out the talisman paper, Qing Li blocked me, "Don’t waste your energy, do you know how many Yin Corpses are in this river?"

"There can’t be that many, right?" I was so scared my legs were shaking like wide noodles; just this number was already terrifyingly high.

If the number increased even more, wouldn’t I be scared out of my wits?

Although I’m not afraid of corpses, and I’ve never feared zombie demons before.

But now, with so many ghastly pale Yin Corpses in the water, it’s just too terrifying.

Qing Li smirked, flicking out countless Spider Silk strands, "More than you can imagine, don’t provoke them, pacify them slowly."

The Spider Silk threads passed through the foreheads of the Yin Corpses, calming them from their agitation.

They didn’t even want to damage the bamboo raft anymore, instead, they were pushing it forward.

"Grandmother, you’re amazing." I said in admiration.

Qing Li raised an eyebrow at me, "Want to learn?"

"Can I?" I didn’t expect Qing Li would be willing to teach me the Forbidden Woman Witchcraft.

Before Qing Li could answer, the sound of plucking a zither suddenly filled the cave, and her expression instantly tensed, "Su Wan, did you offend someone?"

"Huh? Who did I offend?" It wasn’t that I couldn’t remember who I offended, but rather, upon thinking, I realized I had offended so many people it was mind-boggling.

Qing Li pointed to the top of the cave, where there was a particularly sleazy human face, "A Soft-shelled Turtle Spirit, he knows musical manipulation."

"Oh no, isn’t that Piao Changji? What’s he playing this music for?" I listened to the melody but couldn’t discern anything different.

But in my heart, I knew that after Piao Changji’s clone was taken out by me and Yu Longting, he must have been tracking us ever since.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t appear in this cave.

Qing Li suddenly laughed, "Piao Changji? What a ridiculous name! Is that a nickname you and Yu Longting gave him?"

"No, that’s his real name, but Grandmother, look, isn’t that a sturgeon? Damn it." With all the curse words I’ve spoken in my life, I could count them on one hand, but now in desperation, I resorted to swearing.

A massive sturgeon, as large as a whale, leapt out of the water; its skin was riddled with rotten wounds, much like the dead fish with mushrooms growing on them seen in King Yu’s Tomb.

It opened its bloody maw, the stench from its mouth terrifyingly foul.

Even more terrifying, when it sucked in water, it seemed capable of draining the entire river.

The Yin Corpses in the water were wiped cleanly, even forming a water tornado.

"I’ll try to kill it with heavenly fire." I knew it was time to risk everything, and without hesitation, I threw out the talisman and formed hand seals.

A horrific scene unfolded.

The talisman paper did not pause in mid-air but instead fell into the turbulent river below.

Qing Li frowned, "Its Corpse Qi is too strong, suppressing our Spiritual Power. This is a ten-thousand-year-old Corpse Sturgeon. Originally, it only guarded this water region but is now being manipulated by the bastard spirit."

"Then what should we do? The waves are so huge, are we going to be thrown into the water along with the raft?" I leaned over as the raft loosened, speaking in despair.

Then I noticed the person steering the raft, calm as if nothing was happening, and felt some panic in my heart, "Grandmother, the boatman is acting strange. Do you think he’s working with the Soft-shelled Turtle Spirit? With such huge waves and encountering a Corpse Sturgeon, he looks unbothered."