My Demon Husband Is a Snake

"Plunk," not a splash was seen.

The Taoist who entered the water thought it would reach his ankles, but it engulfed him past his waist.

What's more terrifying is that the water's depth was not as I had gauged, it was much deeper.

It was as if someone had grabbed the Taoist by the ankles, and in an instant, he was dragged down, leaving only his head above the river's surface.

Luckily, he was quick-witted and grabbed hold of the tough reeds.

"Quick, pull him up." There were two bamboo poles on the raft for pushing along, I threw one towards the shore without hesitation.

But as soon as the people on the shore caught the bamboo pole, the Taoist was dragged along with the reeds into the depths of the river.

The white fish still floated by the riverbank.

Its silver scales held a peculiar allure under the daylight.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into something resembling a dragon.

The Taoists on the bank, as if bewitched, were lured in, "It's said there are dragons in the Barbarian River, it seems true. A dragon's inner core can help one ascend to immortality."

"It must be stranded, luring the junior brother into the water to suck his vitality and replenish its own."

"Let's capture it, then save our junior brother."

They picked up sticks, not to save the man, but to poke around the strange white dragon at the water's edge.

The white dragon was hooked out of the water with a stick, but suddenly seemed to gain a thousand pounds in weight.

The man holding the stick was suddenly pulled along by the force, tumbling into the water.

Again, not a ripple was created; the man went under and simply vanished, not a single hair to be seen.

"The insides were hollowed out." For some reason, my eyes were slightly hot, filled with a sudden rush of Spiritual Power.

The Spiritual Eye could penetrate the riverbed and see what lay beneath the water.

As I spoke,

Thick blood suddenly surfaced on the water, and two skeletal halves rose to the top.

Without a head or organs, only the empty upper body remained.

The three remaining living Taoists all stepped back in shock, their faces ashen like gold paper, "These are water demons raised by Barbarian Villagers because we wanted to enter the island to look for Ginseng. Such barbarians plotted to kill us."

Just then, the High Priest and his party happened to find the man who had gone to relieve himself.

The two parties suddenly met on the narrow path.

"Kill! Avenge our brothers!" The Taoists, on seeing the attire of the High Priest and his party, recognized them instantly as Barbarian Villagers.

Drawing their swords from their waists, each was a sharp flexible sword.

Don't think these Taoists died so easily in the river just now; that was a water demon's fiendish plot, leaving them powerless to fight back.

But in reality, their swordsmanship was extremely adept, and together, the trio swiftly killed two Barbarian villagers.

The High Priest had no fighting skills and couldn't help much, screaming hoarsely, "You Central Plains Taoists come to Barbarian Village under the pretense of looking for Ginseng, and when we don't let you onto the island, you resort to murder?"

It wasn't hard to hear from the High Priest and those Taoists that they had old grudges between them.

Those Taoists must have heard that there was Ginseng in Barbarian Village and requested to visit the island, but were refused by the villagers, leading them to linger near the dock searching for a chance to get on the island.

Wait, Ginseng...?

Weren't we three also here to find Ginseng?

The Ginseng these Taoists were looking for couldn't possibly be the one that escaped from Yu Longting's treasure trove... Could it really be such a coincidence...

Bai Zanhe, trembling all over like chaff, stammered, "Although the Barbarian Villagers raise water demons, how could the demons be so vicious? I can't help but feel... something is amiss here..."

"It's a weasel, a weasel that can swim." Gazing through the rippling water surface, I saw at the bottom a Yellow Immortal with excellent swimming skills, its sharp, long nails easily capable of slashing open a human belly and devouring the organs within.

The creature was shrouded in a sinister Demon Qi, easily with six to seven hundred years of cultivation.

However, it was no match for the Taoists on the bank; it could only deceive them one by one and kill them when they entered the water.

As I finished speaking, the three Taoists' eyes were bloodshot with rage.

They not only took the heads of the High Priest's muscular henchmen but also ran the High Priest through with a sword, gravely injuring him.