My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1117: Little Girl, Grandma Invites You for Soup

"Grandma, I’m scared. Can you accompany me to... go?" This small grocery store, besides selling food, also stocked essential incense, candles, and joss paper, not to mention paper figures and horses.

I was just standing there, on the verge of wetting myself, too terrified to enter alone, pitifully begging Qing Li, "I’m not afraid of anything except those floating things."

"Grow up. The shop is very clean, nothing bad in there, hurry up." Qing Li urged me coldly.

I felt she was no longer the grandma who cherished me, and like a forlorn, abandoned child, I whimpered, "Okay~ I’ll go, I’ll go, can’t I~"

Casting a glance at the grocery store, it was eerily dark despite the daylight, with not a single light on.

With a look of resignation, I walked over heavily.

Strange. Grandma is so fond of me.

Why would she suddenly ask me to buy things myself? It's just a short distance; why wouldn't she accompany me?

Could it be that grandma wants me to be brave, to temper my spirit?

Yes, that must be it!

With that thought, I tried to push aside the fear gripping my heart.

Entering the store, I picked up a bottle of Eight Treasures Congee. The bottle was slightly rusty from its time on the shelf.

Regardless, it's for Brother Piao in the Shrine; a bit of dirt on the packaging is fine.

Just as I was about to take it and proceed to checkout, after selecting the bottle of Eight Treasures Congee.

A uniquely styled urn materialized behind the shelf, startling me so badly that I fell to the ground.

Knocking over the shelf behind me, a cascade of goods tumbled to the floor with a clatter.

The grocery store owner emerged, saw my pallid complexion, and sighed, "Didn’t hurt yourself, did you? It’s just an urn for sale, empty inside, merely a cosplay prop."

"Oh, oh, oh, sorry. Please tally up the cost of the fallen items; I’ll pay you back," I managed to say as the grocery store owner helped me up, my legs unexpectedly wobbly.

Even if the urn was empty, its appearance was still unnerving.

I'd better pay and make a swift exit; I only feel safe when I'm back with Qing Li.

"What fell behind was just tissues, they can’t break. The Eight Treasures Congee is two bucks, cash only." The grocery store owner observed my terrified state with a face full of helplessness, unwilling to press me.

Although Qing Li resides in the loft, she is by no means lacking in funds.

Fortunately, she gave me two Steel Coins, otherwise, I couldn't even afford the Eight Treasures Congee. "Here you go."

After paying, I bolted out as if a monster were in hot pursuit.

Oh dear, it nearly scared the life out of me.

Reaching the phone booth, I only then noticed that Qing Li seemed to have vanished.

"Grandma~" I called out for her, but no response came.

I attempted to pass through the Shrine, but after taking just a few steps outside.

A flash in my eyes returned me to the phone booth.

I'm definitely trapped in this phantom maze...

I used to believe I was invincible, quite powerful already.

Now I am firmly ensnared by a small Shrine, and the deity within is no ordinary god, but the Five Passages God, the bringer of wealth.

The Five Passages God in Zhuji Village was a fake the last time; this time, it seems to be the genuine article.

Currently, I have two options: employ a charm to forcibly breach the Shrine.

However, if there truly are divine spirits residing within the Shrine, I would risk offending five gods simultaneously, and they are all vengeful Evil Gods.

Utilizing heavenly fire could annihilate everything.

But after igniting such a fire, would I find myself invited to the police station for a cup of tea?

While agonizing over my choices, a peculiar scent of grave soil suddenly permeated the air. Looking up, I saw a gaunt old lady, her skin wrinkled like orange peel, who inquired, "Young girl, have you lost your way? It’s alright, come to grandma’s house. Grandma and grandma’s grandson will offer you some soup."