My Demon Husband Is a Snake

The Five Passages God is an Evil God worshipped by the people in the southeastern regions, not a righteous deity.

Legend has it that the five brothers had a record of villainy, seizing people's wives, daughters, and properties.

The reason it is so popular among the common folk is because everyone is afraid of being haunted by the Five Passages God and incurring misfortune.

But some people worship it to gain ill-gotten wealth.

After all, such wealth can make one's fortune grow faster.

The saying "Five Gods Moving Wealth" has been widely circulated since ancient times.

To think that there are not a few who devoutly believe in it like this old man.

I frowned and asked, "The temple fair held in the village today is for the Five Passages God, isn't it?"

"Naturally, who else could it be for?" the old man replied as if it was to be expected.

Suddenly, his entire arm shuddered.

He grunted in pain and pulled out the arm that had been gnawed on, covered with bloody wounds.

After losing blood, the old man's complexion turned deathly pale.

Panting hard, his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

He looked completely drained, like a piece of wind-dried cured meat, and it seemed like one of his feet was already in the coffin.

With a heavy heart, I asked, "Are you... all right?"

"It's fine, this is my blessing, the spider silk raised by my family is of the highest quality..." The old man grinned, an expression of getting more than his money's worth.

I was utterly speechless and narrowed my eyes.

Taking Yang Xi and Chen Ahmao with me, we left the vicinity.

After walking a distance, the pent-up Chen Ahmao exclaimed, "That old man must be crazy, looking like an old casket filler, and his laughter was more terrifying than a dried corpse's, making it seem like a horror movie."

"You should talk less and not raise suspicions," I said in a low voice, noticing the increasingly bustling streets and a dedicated band beating drums and gongs, warning Chen Ahmao.

Chen Ahmao obediently pinched his mouth and made a mumbling noise, "Got it, where are we going now?"

"To the Five Passages God Temple," I said casually, having made up my mind.

Yang Xi reacted strangely, with a look of shock on his face, "You... how do you know where the Five Passages God Temple is?"

Ever since I entered that old man's house and coaxed the information out of him.

This kid's been acting off, and now he seemed even more reluctant to let me go to the temple.

"They will carry the deity statues out from the main hall during the temple fair, setting off firecrackers along the way, and scattering paper money and colored paper," I said, glancing down at the trail made on the ground, while stealthily observing Yang Xi out of the corner of my eye.

With my nature, it is hard for me to question a companion.

I've always trusted my teammates completely, leaving myself vulnerable without any guard.

This is the first time.

Yang Xi's actions are just too strange.

Chen Ahmao, ever the blunderer, said, "Then we might not get to see what the Five Passages God looks like."

"There are a total of five statues. If we continue forward, we should encounter the procession at the back," I said as I led the way, but suddenly stopped in my tracks.

Up ahead, several sturdy young men were carrying a statue with faces brimming with joy.

The villagers followed along, setting off firecrackers and scattering paper money.

The statue was vibrantly colored, but what caught the eye most was the clothes on it that reflected light.

The fabric of the clothes, outshining those sewn with the Yin Yang Life and Death Embroidery and with added special effects, shone even more brilliantly.

It was like the rosy clouds of the Heavenly Palace, diffracting a kind of ethereal aura of Immortality that doesn't exist in this world.

Every thread was filled with a flowing light effect and did not have the tackiness of gold-threaded garments.

It was beyond words to describe how good-looking the clothes were.

"This clothes look like computer special effects, like something out of a fantasy drama," Chen Ahmao exclaimed in admiration.

A joyous child beside us, looking down on us like country bumpkins, said scornfully, "Are you foreigners? Uneducated, right? This is fabric woven from Pearl Cloud Silk, it's not something those low-quality fantasy dramas can compare to."