My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1110: Inquiring About the Nether Pond

Taking a deep breath, I posed my question to Lin Huan, inquiring about the method to access the Nether Pond.

Unexpectedly, Lin Huan’s response was sharp, "Why are you asking about this? Could it be that you've also been possessed by a spirit and intend to raise a Corpse Gu?"

"No, Grandpa, you've got it wrong. I'm not asking about this to raise a Corpse Gu," I quickly denied, caught completely off guard by his sudden accusation.

Lin Huan remained unconvinced, "If you're not raising a Corpse Gu, then what's your reason for asking? I know you met Old Man Yan from Tianying Village. That's never a good sign. Did he tempt you into practicing gu?

"That's truly not the case. I already possess the Ice Silkworm Gu and the Centipede Gu; aren't they formidable enough? Why would I need the troublesome and sinister Corpse Gu?" I felt a pang of injustice and anxiety at Lin Huan's suspicion.

Fortunately, Lin Huan's initial concern softened, and he eventually calmed down. "I'm relieved to hear you're not planning to raise a Corpse Gu. I don't know the path to the Nether Pond, but Granny Long might."

"Do you possess a means to contact Granny Long?" Although a bit disappointed that Lin Huan didn't know the way to the Nether Pond, the prospect of Granny Long knowing reignited my hope.

Lin Huan responded, "She doesn't use a mobile phone; anyone seeking her must visit the Corpse-Driving Inn."

"I see..." A strong urge to travel to Western Hunan immediately surged within me. I said into the phone, "Grandpa, I have some pressing matters to attend to. Let's end this call for now. Please take care."

"Hey, did you only call to inquire about the Nether Pond? You didn't even mention your grandson's condition. When will you bring him for me to see, hey..." Overwhelmed by his persistence, I quickly hung up, fearing further questions about my inquiry into the Nether Pond, which would undoubtedly necessitate more evasions.

Moreover, a profound longing for Dumpling resided within me, yet this affection did not translate into the impetus I needed.

Instead, it served only to tether a loving mother's heart, compelling me to set aside my yearning for Dumpling and make every effort to suppress thoughts of him.

Dumpling, if your mother can save your father, she will return to you immediately.

My apologies, my dearest treasure~

I offered a silent apology in my heart as I contemplated and attempted to reach Zhang Zidao.

He had mentioned he would emerge from his meditation soon before entering it, but in reality, every subsequent attempt to contact him proved futile.

It truly seemed as though he was engaged in an extended meditation with no fixed time for awakening.

This time, upon trying to connect with him, he predictably remained unresponsive to both calls and messages.

Ultimately, my sole recourse was to journey to Western Hunan and seek out Granny Long.

My intention was to return to my room, pack some necessities, and depart when a discerning individual suddenly surfaced in my thoughts.

After a moment's deliberation, I proceeded to dial the number.

"Hello, Uncle Che? It's Wanwan. Am I disturbing you?" I inquired softly as the call connected.

Uncle Che's resonant voice replied, "No, not at all. How is your practice with hand seals progressing?"

"It's going moderately. Perhaps my cerebellum is a bit underdeveloped; my hands are rather slow," I remarked with a dry chuckle, before shifting the topic, "How is my mother?"

"Oh, is that a young member of the Zhang family calling? It's the first time I've seen you concerned about someone else's studies," my mother's familiar voice chimed in from the phone, addressing Uncle Che.

Uncle Che's voice, usually a monotonous blend of gray, white, and black, suddenly seemed imbued with vibrant hues. "It's Wanwan on the line, inquiring about your well-being. Would you like to speak with her?"

"No need. She didn't call me directly; she must be seeking something from you. Quickly ask her if she's facing any difficulties." No mother is ever indifferent to her child's welfare. Upon hearing Uncle Che's words, my mother's primary concern shifted to whether I was encountering problems.

She paid no mind to the fact that I had contacted Uncle Che instead of her directly.