My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1142: The Lowly Snake Tribe

A furtive glance was cast toward Yu Longting, who was engaged in handyman duties nearby. Despite his efforts, no sympathy arose within me; rather, the familial warmth was so palpable, I harbored a wish for it to endure eternally. "My goodness, such an abundance of items! No wonder two large bags were required. Are all these intended for dealing with Qingyang?"

"To confront Qingyang, the efficacy lies not in the implements, but in one’s intellect," Qing Li stated, tapping her temple. A cryptic smile then graced her lips as she added, "You shall discover the purpose by tonight. These are prepared for you and the master."

Upon our return to the old mansion inn that afternoon, the mourning hall was meticulously arranged.

The stark white silk and burning incense created an undeniably eerie ambiance.

A particularly imposing coffin dominated the space, elevated by a dozen sturdy stools.

Crimson silk draped the stools, and the stark contrast with the white silk lent the scene a distinctly unsettling aura.

It was as if some dreadful entity was confined within the coffin, necessitating the use of red to subdue malevolent spirits.

Subsequently, Qing Li directed Yu Longting and myself to imbue a clay urn, filled with viscera and peculiar meats, with our blood. Yu Longting was then dispatched to position the three urns in separate chambers.

Following the installation of ink lines within these rooms, both Yu Longting and I took our places within the coffin.

"So, this coffin was prepared for the two of us?" I inquired, too hesitant to challenge Qing Li's directive, and settled inside alongside Yu Longting.

Yu Longting, appearing rather pleased with our proximity within the coffin, turned and drew me into a close embrace. "What other reason would there be for a double coffin? Even if we were interring Qingyang, a single one would have sufficed."

"It appears the plan is for us to feign death, to lure Qingyang into the trap," I mused, having already deduced this while adding my blood to the urn.

This process bore a striking resemblance to the mummification techniques employed in Ancient Egypt, where internal organs were systematically removed and preserved independently.

One objective was to inhibit decomposition, while another suggested the concealment of the soul within these organs.

The urns, enriched with our blood, would serve as undeniable proof of our physical essence, as if extracted directly from our bodies.

This strategic measure would imbue Qingyang with greater conviction regarding our demise.

Yu Longting responded with a soft murmur, his long fingers tenderly stroking my hair.

The White Python adorning my attire detached itself, encircling both of us in its coils. "Wanwan, you once sustained and nurtured my physical form; it is now my turn to reciprocate."

"That phrasing, 'reciprocate,' feels somewhat inappropriate... almost illicit," I began to protest, but a wave of weakness overcame me, and I succumbed to slumber within his arms.

My body, utterly depleted, found solace in sleep, overwhelmed by exhaustion despite the infusion of Spiritual Power.

Just as my consciousness began to recede, Yu Longting's soft sigh reached me, "My dearest, what thoughts occupy your mind? To employ a term such as 'illicit'..."

Time blurred, and eventually, a familiar youthful voice broke the silence, "Sis, may you now descend from the attic?"

"Indeed, I have regained my liberty. That rabble from the Lin Family cannot indefinitely confine me; their power falls short of such a feat," Qing Li replied with studied indifference.

Even in addressing his sister, Qingyang's tone betrayed a hint of apprehension, "You have just emerged, and you have already arrived in Fengdu?"

"Observe this," Qing Li directed towards Qingyang.

Qing Li evidently intended for Qingyang to witness the memorial tablets within the mourning hall. At that moment, Qingyang's voice shifted to one of profound horror, "The spirit tablet of Yu Longting, the spirit tablet of Su Wan. Now I comprehend the deathly aura I sensed outside the manor; you have dispatched them yourself, Sister."

"I was informed of their presence in Fengdu, so I took the liberty of resolving the matter for you, though I remain unaware of the specific grievances you hold against them," Qing Li explained evenly.

Qingyang emitted a cold snort. "My sole desire was to prevent the Snake Tribe from birthing another True Dragon. Their lives are forfeit anyway, utterly worthless. Why then did you procure coffins for them? The Snake Tribe is of a base lineage and does not merit such honorable vessels!"

"Because..." Qing Li's hand gently tapped the coffin lid. A soft smile played on her lips as she amended her statement, "Before I divulge the reason, your sister wishes to offer you a cordial cup of wine, to assuage the ache of our prolonged separation."