My Demon Husband Is a Snake

I couldn't help but become alert, the High Priest barely kept us nailed down in the coffins.

Why all of a sudden did he want to let people out?

Before I could ponder, a tinkling clatter ensued.

The coffin nails were pulled out, and the lid of the coffin was lifted again.

"Are we at the riverbank? Are we going to cross the river to Barbarian Village?" I leaned on the side of the coffin, slowly stood up, and felt the moist river breeze blowing in.

A burly man beside me sneered with a lewd smile, his rough, dirt-covered fingers lifting my red bridal veil, "Little lady, your senses are quite sharp, and your voice is pleasant, just like this, marrying the Dragon God..."

"Ah Bing, how dare you! Even the bridal veil of the Dragon King's Wife, you dare to lift, you want the entire Barbarian Village to be buried with you?"

The High Priest shouted angrily, stopping the man's action.

The man, in a panic, hurriedly knelt down, "High Priest, I know my mistake, I was just curious... I didn't mean to offend the Dragon King's woman..."

"Too late, someone, chop off his hand for me." The High Priest was merciless.

When I heard that because of this man's little curiosity, his entire hand was to be chopped off.

A chill struck my heart, and my body shivered uncontrollably.

Are they this ruthless to their own people?

"No, please, if my hand is chopped off, I will be useless, please no... High Priest, spare me... I won't dare anymore." The man was so scared that he sobbed and kowtowed relentlessly.

The other people also knelt down one after another, pleading for the man.

The High Priest's worship and veneration for the Dragon God had reached a sickening extent, "No, no one can covet the Dragon God's woman, not even the slightest intent."

Amidst the man's screams, a fine hand was chopped off.

I was covered with a bright red veil over my head.

Looking down at the hand on the ground, its muscles not yet dead, still twitching, my pupils couldn't help but contract.

"Where are the people to row the boat? Why are they missing at a critical moment?" the High Priest asked discontentedly.

One of the burly men said, "He's probably gone to urinate."

"Put them on the boat first, and we'll split up to look for someone nearby," ordered the High Priest.

Someone said, "High Priest, do we need to leave someone to guard them? It won't be good if they escape."

"Escape? They are wearing the Grass Rings that I personally weaved. If they dare to run away, they will turn into mummies in an instant," the High Priest mockingly said.

Bai Zanhe and I were pushed and shoved to the dockside, placed onto a particularly simple bamboo raft.

As soon as the weight of a person went on, chilly river water began to overflow the bamboo.

It seeped around my feet, the cold pressing in.

In this river water... there was a terrifying... unspeakable resentment...

After those burly men put Bai Zanhe and me on the raft, they went down to find the specialized rowers of Barbarian Village.

"You live by the water, and you don't know how to row a bamboo raft?" I was quite curious and asked Bai Zanhe.

The two girls, facing such a terrifying situation, held hands with each other the entire time.

My hand was still warm due to my practice of Mysterious Art, while Bai Zanhe, frightened, had both hands icy and stiff.

Bai Zanhe sighed softly, "Every Barbarian Villager knows how to row a raft, but there is a Poison Barrier near the island, which requires experienced people to maneuver past it."

"That Poison Barrier seems to be for repelling outsiders, but from what you're saying, its main function can't be to prevent your own people from escaping, could it?" I always felt something was off, if the Poison Barrier was for protecting against invaders, why even the High Priest didn't know how to break it.

Before Bai Zanhe could answer, I looked down at the thick reeds swaying by the river, spotting a big fish with its belly up near the water, "What a big fish."

"Close your eyes quickly, don't look at it, beware of being bewitched. It might be a water demon," Bai Zanhe hurriedly cautioned.

Then I heard someone on the shore shouting excitedly, "Everyone come and see, there's a big fish by the river."

"Wow, such a big one, indeed rare, hurry and figure out how to haul it ashore," another one added.

I lifted half of my bridal veil and sneaked a peek.

I saw five grey-robed Taoists standing by the river, one of them had taken off his shoes and socks, directly entering the water to fish out the big white fish.

Despite the reeds growing on the riverbank, the water appeared shallow.

In reality, the water depth, distorted by the Demon Qi, was at least three to four meters. A chill ran down my spine, "Be careful, the water is deep."