My Demon Husband Is a Snake

"Hmph, Long Xiangkui wields vast power and high prestige; she is not to be trifled with," the High Priest snorted coldly and issued the command, "To avoid any complications, we depart immediately."

Su Wan and Bai Zanhe were roughly stuffed into two separate coffins.

As soon as the coffin lids closed, the people outside clumsily nailed them shut.

These men were deft and endowed with brute strength.

In a short time, they had the coffins securely nailed down.

I couldn't help but worry about Bai Zanhe inside my heart, afraid that she would pass out again due to lack of oxygen.

But at this moment, I was trapped in a solid coffin.

Like a fish on the chopping block.

I could only temporarily resign myself to fate.

Confined in the cramped coffin, I couldn't stretch my limbs, and my chest felt stuffy due to the lack of oxygen.

Groping around, I felt the coffin begin to sway.

It was lifted by people, tied to some kind of rope, and hoisted above.

The Yin Well, previously engraved with lotuses and meant to suppress evil spirits with Buddhist rites, was in fact a passage for transporting coffins via ropes.

When the coffin dropped to the ground, I was shaken to the core.

Being alive in a coffin is really unbearable; I was so jostled I almost threw up.

"You're leaving just like this?" Granny Long's hoarse voice sounded.

The High Priest replied, "Granny Long, there are urgent matters back in the village, so we won't stay long."

"Don't think I don't know what you've got in those coffins, there are living people inside," Granny Long said sternly.

A ripple went through my heart, and I listened intently to the sounds outside.

Granny Long had actually discovered that there were live people inside the coffins!!

Would she... come to our rescue?

Far from being afraid, the High Priest laughed coldly with a sense of impunity, "Heh heh heh, they are all personally chosen by the River God to be his brides."

"The River God hasn't given a Divine Oracle in a hundred years, so why suddenly take a wife?" Granny Long asked with regal and stern authority.

"Who are we to question the Divine Oracle? In ancient times, Gun risked his life to steal the Xirang to control the floods, and today we merely follow the same example. With your status, even if you don't help, you wouldn't go against us," said the High Priest.

"Let me see you out," Granny Long said in an even tone, speaking slowly.

It was clear that she wasn't angered by the High Priest's disrespect.

The High Priest: "As you please."

The coffin swayed from side to side as a line of people carried it outside.

Through the coffin, I strained to hear the sounds outside.

The market was bustling with people coming and going—a continuous throng of noise.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on the coffin, "Su Wan, is it?"

It was the somber voice of Granny Long; she actually knew I was inside the coffin!!

"Unexpectedly, you would sacrifice yourself to replace that girl," Granny Long said with a mocking laugh, her low voice tinged with a hint of sigh, "If you want me to save you, knock on the coffin lid, but I can only save one."

She knew everything... even the fact that I had switched places with Xiao Li was crystal clear to her...

What kind of insight was this?

And...

What did she mean by she could only save one??

Could it be that even a figure like Granny Long feared the so-called Dragon God and thus wanted to leave one person to continue the marriage to the Dragon King?

I pursed my lips inside the coffin.

I remained motionless, not knocking on the coffin lid.

My respect for Granny Long diminished a great deal.

"You don't need me to save you?" After a long while, Granny Long seemed to be talking to herself, murmuring, "This pride, it's quite different from Yan Hua's."

Suddenly, Granny Long raised her voice, "This is as far as I'll take you. There's still plenty to take care of back at the inn."

"Granny Long, we shall meet again," the High Priest said respectfully in Granny Long's presence.

Only after Granny Long had left did he curse under his breath, calling her an old hag.

Both coffins were made of solid heavy wood, weighing around fifty or sixty pounds each.

Considering my weight, it was already over a hundred pounds.

The strong men carried it for more than ten miles; even the hardiest bodies couldn't withstand it.

Panting all the way, it felt as if it wouldn't be long before someone collapsed from exhaustion.

"Release the two of them," the High Priest suddenly ordered.