My Demon Husband Is a Snake

After giving instructions to Master Yang,

I casually held a big rooster in my arms and seated myself on the back of the motorbike.

"Tsk, Uncle Yang, what are you spacing out for, light it up quickly,"

the diaosi youth said, clicking his tongue as he saw Master Yang standing there dumbfounded.

Master Yang's jaw almost dropped to the ground, "You guys... how did you get over here?"

"Nonsense, of course Sister Yuan sent us. Dillydallying, just wasting time," the diaosi youth said, urging impatiently, unlike the patience he showed me.

Master Yang mechanically picked up a rooster, shivering as he settled down behind a gang member's bike seat, "Where did you find a rooster in the middle of the night?"

"We have our ways. Why ask so many questions? Buckle up, old man."

The diaosi youth let out a yell and rode off on the motorbike, leaving a trail of dust behind.

The remaining rooster was tied to the bike by another diaosi youth, who also quickly revved up the engine and took off.

The leader of the gang was named Chen Ahmao, known as Brother Ahmao.

Considering I was pregnant, he was relatively less rough with me, and Brother Ahmao reminded me, "Sister Yuan, hold on tight."

"Okay," I said, gripping the metal on the motorbike, stabilizing my center.

Chen Ahmao drove off, maintaining a steady speed, "To think that there really are barriers in this world, we guys have really seen something new through meeting you."

"Aren't you afraid? After all... it's the unknown," I was somewhat embarrassed to trouble them.

But in an urgent moment like earlier, the only ones I could think of who would help run errands in the middle of the night in Spring Wind Town were them.

There were originally four of them, but I only called three over.

Usually, they're involved in cockfighting and dog racing.

They seemed incredibly unreliable, but in critical moments, they could be of great help with their enthusiastic spirit.

I hadn't learned the art to break barriers, so the barrier could only be breached from the outside.

These barriers were formed by the miasma of the Spider Gu.

People from outside couldn't get in; they could only tie red strings on the roosters.

The roosters, natural enemies of spiders, would lead the way, with their pure Yang and Vajra energy breaking the evil, forcefully carving a path to break through.

Once the Centipede Gu was eradicated, the miasma-formed barrier would also disappear.

Chen Ahmao chuckled, holding the handlebars with one hand, scratching his head, "Of course we're afraid, but it's also kind of exciting. Lucky for us, the auntie next door happens to sell chickens. The three of us... heh heh..."

"You bought them?" I already guessed that the three were into stealing, I just deliberately gave him a way out.

The auntie next to Brother Ahmao's house raised chickens and often sold them at the market.

She quite disliked Brother Ahmao and the others, chasing after them with a hoe whenever she saw them, let alone selling them three big, well-groomed, sleek-feathered roosters in the middle of the night.

Chen Ahmao chuckled a few times, "Sort of, anyway... uh-hum... I transferred the money to her through WeChat."

The village where Master Yang lived was called Zhuji Village.

It was once famous for producing various kinds of bamboo.

Bamboo, with its high Yin energy, was planted along the roads.

In the eerie silence of the deep night, it was exceptionally chilling and dreadful.

Moreover, the Yin energy from these bamboo groves was abnormally strong.

A cold breath assaulted me as if numerous ice needles were penetrating my skin and entering my marrow.

My every joint seemed as if it could freeze, and in front of me, Chen Ahmao's teeth chattered from the cold, the clattering sound incessant in my ears, "So... sorry, Sister Yuan, it's just... so cold."

"Don't talk. Don't let the Yang energy escape from your mouth."

I turned on the flashlight and shone it into the bamboo grove to check the situation.