My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1226: Mystic Palace Dragon Horns

"Wait." I glanced up at the sky.

Heaven’s Gate hung high like the noonday sun, showing not the slightest sign of closing.

Vaguely, I seemed to sense a clue, yet it still felt like the truth was beyond my grasp.

Zhang Shuying patted his pocket and took out his pack of Red Pagoda Mountain to smoke.

He ended up pulling out a slip of paper from the cigarette box. Seeing the words on it, his eyes went red at the corners with anger. "So arrogant, insulting my IQ. Stuffing a note in my cigarette box—he was sure I’d never find it."

What was on the box wasn’t words, but a hand‑drawn map.

"What the hell is this, nothing’s labeled, who the hell would know where this is... Su Wan, where are you going?"

Zhang Shuying hurriedly chased after my back, but in the end he still couldn’t catch up.

Compared to the city gate just now, which at least gave him a goal, now he had no idea where I was heading, so he couldn’t track me at all.

This wasn’t really something he could interfere with anyway. Zhang Shuying didn’t recognize the map, but I did.

This was the internal layout of that mountain manor owned by Zhao Sihai, and the end point seemed to be a huge lake.

Back then when I passed by with Yu Longting, at most I just thought Zhao Sihai lived in style.

Looking at it now, that lake was definitely not simple.

Besides, Su Chongwen was a dead man. His going in and out of the estate wouldn’t trigger the prohibitions.

Arriving at the big lake, I glanced down at Dumpling, who was gradually regaining his human form in my arms, and asked softly, "Dumpling, are you scared? You only need to shake your head, or nod."

One reason I chose to bring Dumpling with me was that I’d forgotten to hand him over to Zhang Shuying.

The other reason was that, deep down, I felt that staying by his mother’s side was best for him.

I knew Dumpling would nod, and still I chose to ask him.

Dumpling nodded, wrapped his small arms around my neck, and called to me in a low, milky voice, "Mom."

With that soft baby voice falling in my ears, my heart hardened with resolve, and I decisively leaped into the lake.

Diving down to a certain depth, a massive underwater ancient tomb came into view.

The tomb was completely sealed in Vajra Stone, part of it in the water, part of it built into the mountainside.

On the lakebed lay weapons from many different eras, and several red fox tails.

This should be the ancient battlefield where the famous Orthodox Sects once hunted down Yun Hao, the Ancestor of Foxes, and Xuanjing—the three‑person Evil Sect team.

So the manor up above was very likely built after that great battle.

Zhao Sihai had probably learned his lesson from that, and deliberately set up prohibitions, forbidding anyone from entering.

The main gate looked extremely solid and heavy; opening it by force should have been very difficult.

Yet the moment I approached the gate, it swung open to either side on its own.

What was even stranger was that not a single drop of lake water rushed into the tomb.

This place was probably the underground Mystic Palace Zhao Sihai built for himself.

You could say it was impregnable.

I slipped into the ancient tomb, and as soon as I entered, I inhaled the thick, stale reek of grave soil.

The oxygen level inside was terrifyingly low, making me cough violently from the choking air.

If I didn’t have Spiritual Power sustaining my body and were just an ordinary person,

I’d probably drop dead on the spot the moment I breathed this stuff in.

The passage from the main gate was very long, lit by Everlasting Lamps that had burned without dying out for a thousand years, casting a ghostly light.

I had thought it would be very quiet inside, or that some mechanism would be waiting for me, yet instead a girl’s spoiled, threatening voice drifted out. "Where did you hide my young master? If you don’t tell me, I’ll freeze you to death, freeze you to death!!"

It was Shenshen’s voice!!

Before I had time to feel excited, I saw blood on the ground.

Following the mottled bloodstains forward, I first spotted a dozen or so scattered white scales.

Then, I saw blood‑stained dragon horns.

One... dragon horn...

Two... dragon horns...

At the end of the passage lay a sheet of bloody, flayed snakeskin.

"Yu Longting..." I picked up the snakeskin and clutched it tightly to my chest, my heart aching as if it were being torn to pieces.